Fading roses, this garden's over.

You can trust me || MYV/Shin || Oneshot

Fri, 08 May 2009 02:37:37 GMT

Title: You can trust me
Author: _yoki_
Theme: #20 - fear
Rating: PG13/14A
Pairing: Miyavi/Shin
Bands: Solo/SKIN x Kagrra,
Disclaimer: No, I don't.
Summary: The morning after and Shin's paranoid.
Notes: This follows the evening of Silly worries, and mainly takes place on the 15th (November,2007).

Written for 50stories

***

For the first time, out of all the times they'd slept over at the other's house (and subsequently, in the other's bed), Miyavi woke up before Shin.

The younger man yawned quietly, rubbing at his eyes before focusing his gaze on the peaceful face. He hadn't realized before how adorable the other man was while sleeping, but he hadn't really had the chance to take the time to watch him like this.

Lightly, he traced his fingers over the other's features, smiling when Shin murmured softly and shifted.

Shin looked so content, he didn't want to wake him too soon, but he couldn't stop from doting affection upon his boyfriend.

Smiling to himself, Miyavi shifted closer and gently tightened his grip around the smaller man. With his free hand, the soloist reached out and lightly traced his fingers over the high, defined cheekbone. For some reason, he wasn't surprised that Shin's skin was so soft. He hadn't expected it to be per se, but it still didn't surprise him. Shin didn't appear to be in any pain from the night before and the alcohol he had consumed. Miyavi only hoped that the older man would continue to feel such little discomfort.

While Shin remained asleep, Miyavi was content to lightly caress his skin. The younger man smiled, tentatively slipping his hand just under the hem of Shin's shirt to hold onto his side. The touch of the other's skin under his fingers was addictive, and Miyavi wanted to tug him closer. Unlike his boyfriend, Miyavi wasn't restrained or shy from doing what he wanted, so he used the grip he had on the other's side to bring him even closer. The position that put him into was very comfortable for the soloist; Shin even instinctively nestled into his chest, a hand fisting into his shirt.

The younger man smiled and leaned closer, pressing his lips against his boyfriend's, playfully drumming his fingers along his side.

Almost immediately, Shin began to squirm, mewling quietly in protest. Miyavi grinned at this newfound information and managed to get his other arm to the guitarist's opposite side. The soloist mercilessly tickled his boyfriend, laughing until the other's obsidian-shaded eyes opened and Shin looked up at him.

Even though he was only half awake, the older man was still coherent enough to whine and protest, and push at his arms in an attempt to get him to stop. Miyavi grinned but didn't let up. He continued to tickle his boyfriend until there were tears in Shin's eyes, and the other was grinning and laughing despite his cries.

Finally, when he had stopped, Miyavi had the older man curled up against him. Shin's head was ducked under his chin, and the inked man smiled, wrapping both arms firmly around his boyfriend. The smaller man was shaking, encouraging the soloist to soothe Shin by running his hands over his back. Shin seemed to calm down shortly afterwards.

"I'm sorry, Shin-kun. You're just so adorable~" he teased, laughing when the other looked up at him with a rather unamused expression. When the look didn't fade, the inked man sobered and affectionately nuzzled the other man's cheek.

Shin still seemed upset, so the younger one pouted and kissed him sweetly. He held the kiss for a prolonged moment before licking lightly over his lower lip. Before it could go further however, Miyavi pulled back, smiling once more at the sole object of his affections.

The older man sighed before smiling crookedly and leant in to give him a sweet, chaste kiss in return.

"It's okay, Miyavi-san," he said quietly. "I just have a little headache. What happened last night? I… don't remember much past the teasing and drinking…"

Miyavi frowned and poked Shin's side once more. "Don't call me that," he said petulantly. "I'm your boyfriend now; you should call me by '-kun.' Unless… you want me to call you by '-san' again…" it wasn't very much of a threat, unless Shin were to take it as a break-up.

Shin's brows furrowed adorably and then he smiled a little. "Okay. I'm sorry, Miyavi-kun," he murmured quietly.

Grinning, the younger man affectionately ran his hand through the guitarist's hair. "It's fine… and don't worry about last night; I watched over you at the party. I brought you back here and let you shower and change. I was worried though so I stayed nearby to make sure you were okay."

The older man then seemed to be uncomfortable. Shin shifted a little away from his boyfriend, and Miyavi frowned when he could see the other start to gnaw on his lower lip.

"What's wrong?" Miyavi asked quietly, concerned. He gently stroked the other's cheek, upset when the guitarist shifted a little more away from him.

Shin shook his head.

Biting on his lip ring, the soloist slowly sat up, completely unsure of what to do—if anything. He sighed a little and ran his fingers through his own hair. "If you're worried something else happened, don't. You probably wouldn't have made your way home on your own, and I didn't feel right even just thinking about leaving you behind. I would have taken a shower with you, so I could look after you better, but I didn't want to upset you. The last thing I want is to push you away, even if it's unintentional. I want you to know that I won't force you into anything. I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he said softly, looking towards his boyfriend once more, slowly. Miyavi offered a small, slightly hurt smile to the curled-up form before he climbed up out of his bed.

He didn't hear the guitarist move, so he just went out into the kitchen to make some breakfast. There had to be some way he could better reassure his boyfriend.

Miyavi sighed and shook his head, pulling out things from his fridge and pantry to make something. He wasn't yet sure of what he wanted to make for either himself or Shin. He figured some fruit, rice, green tea, and miso would be enough. At the same time, he hoped it would suffice as a good apology—or the beginnings of one.

Halfway into their breakfast being ready—the rice was in the cooker and the miso on the stove, but the tea and fruit were still unprepared—Miyavi heard Shin's footsteps as he came into the kitchen. The younger man frowned to himself before he turned to look at his boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, Miyavi-kun," the raven-haired man said quietly, looking small and uncertain as he stood there in borrowed clothing that hung off his slight frame.

Miyavi's frown deepened. "What are you apologising for, Shin-kun? I'm the one who should apologise. I made—"

"I should have trusted you."

"… Eh?" the inked man blinked, confused.

"You made it clear a while ago that you wanted me. At the same time, you'd assured me that you would never force me into anything. I just… panicked a little, because I couldn't remember what happened last night. I froze up. I wanted to remember, but realised that if anything did happen, you'd tell me, right?" Shin was biting his lip as he finished, and the sight was both adorable and heartbreaking.

Without responding verbally, Miyavi stepped forwards and wrapped his arms around Shin, assuring him silently that nothing was wrong.

"Someone broke your trust like that before…" he murmured, heart wrenching when the smaller man nodded against his chest and held on tightly to him. "I will never do that, Shin-kun…" Miyavi whispered, pulling back just enough to kiss his temple sweetly. "I want to pull you closer, not push you away."

The soloist waited patiently until Shin raised his head. Miyavi smiled and kissed him softly when at last he did, lightly rubbing his back. It took a few moments until the other relaxed, but Miyavi didn't pull away until he felt Shin smile against his lips.

"You okay now?" Miyavi murmured, smiling cutely when Shin nodded.

"Yeah… it's hard not to be, around you." Shin smiled. It was good to see his boyfriend happy again.

Gently pushing him, the soloist directed his boyfriend to sit at the table. "Breakfast is ready soon,"

Then it was Shin's turn to blink and look confused. "What? Why'd you do that?"

Miyavi sighed and kissed Shin's cheek. "Because it was going to be part of my apologising for upsetting you. But you're not upset anymore, so… I wanted to be nice and make you something yummy to eat." The soloist grinned a little impishly, forcing a laugh from the older man.

"Well… you didn't have to."

"I know," Miyavi grinned. "But I wanted to. And I'll do nearly anything to make you smile and be happy."

Shin melted a little inside and smiled sweetly. "Thank you. Do you need any help?"

The inked man pouted and shook his head. "No~ You're not allowed!" he whined, playfully wrapping his arms around Shin's waist and dragging him to the table. Miyavi gently manoeuvred him until he was sitting down in the chair.

Shin pouted adorably at him and the younger man chuckled. He kissed the raven-haired man's forehead before ruffling his hair. "Stay," He grinned, laughing when Shin frowned.

"I'm not a dog!" the older man whined.

"I know, you're just cute like one," Miyavi assured childishly, kissing his cheek before returning to the counter. It only took a few minutes to prepare the tea and fruit, and after that Miyavi took out the necessary dishes and filled them with healthy servings of rice, miso, and fruit. He set down one bowl of each for Shin and himself before bringing the little tea pot and two cups to the table as well.

Without prompting, the soloist took the empty seat beside Shin, smiling at him. "Itadakimasu, Shin-kun,"

Shin smiled brightly. "Itadakimasu."

***

After both had finished their meals, Shin had sneakily tried to help clean up. Miyavi managed to intervene and he was able to stop his boyfriend from completing the task by tickling him. The older man had squeaked and squirmed in an effort to get away, but Miyavi pursued him and they wound up angled on the couch. The smaller of the two had attempted to get to the other's bedroom, but Miyavi had practically picked him up and carried him to the living room. Dumping Shin onto his couch, Miyavi continued to tickle him until he tired of making the man squirm and whimper, and he stopped.

"You don't need to do anything, Shin-kun," he murmured.

For a moment Shin frowned, his expression slowly softening. "I just… want to help out."

Miyavi smiled sweetly. "The sentiment is appreciated, but when I do something special like that for you, I just want you to enjoy it. That's all you have to do."

Shin nodded. "I know, I just have to get used to your way of thinking and doing things. You're sentimentally selfless and I'm thoughtlessly selfless," he chuckled.

The soloist grinned. "Don't worry, you'll be used to my way soon enough."

"I don't doubt that, Miyavi-kun." Shin paused, hesitant, but before he could disguise it, Miyavi caught it.

"Something else is bothering you, ne? What's wrong?" he said affectionately, the younger man laid back on the couch, pulling Shin over his body to lay with him and in his arms.

"Well… I'm just worried about last night, still." Miyavi pouted at that. "Not about you! About, y'know, all the guys and their friends there. What if they tell and somehow all the fans find out? About us?"

Miyavi sighed, smiling a little as he lightly ruffled the other man's hair. "Don't worry about it."

Shin groaned and shook his head. "It's not that easy to dismiss. I'm serious… if the fans somehow find out… it could be really bad."

The soloist frowned. "What are you so worried about?"

Rubbing his eyes, Shin sighed. "I… the fans! And the public in general."

"Don't. You know our friends are aware of the dangers of leaking that kind of information… They won't let it get out. And if it does, so what? We can deny it, or we can come out and then we won't have to worry about it anymore," the younger man shrugged. Seeing that Shin was still looking away, the soloist gently cupped his cheek and kissed him.

Shin hesitated, tensing against the contact before he slowly relaxed under the sweet pressure. He let Miyavi deepen it, shivering in his hold as their lips rubbed against one another. The inked man's tongue brushed the crease of Shin's lips, prompting the brunette to open his mouth. When the soloist didn't take the hint, Shin whined, the muffled sound changing to a soft moan as Miyavi chuckled and pressed his tongue inside his mouth.

Through the kiss, the younger man could feel his boyfriend loosen up. Kissing Shin was turning into the best method to either shut him up or make him stop worrying, or both.

By the time Miyavi pulled away, Shin was panting slightly, and smiling cutely.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Shin-kun."

***

Changes || MYV/Shin || Oneshot

Fri, 08 May 2009 02:24:04 GMT

Title: Changes
Author: _yoki_
Chapters: Oneshot
Band/Pairing(s): [SKIN/Solo x Kagrra,] Miyavi x Shin
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Male/Male pairing; sadness?
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: No, I don't.
Summary: Shin learns about Miyavi's plans…
Comments: This is based off of the message Music Japan + has up on Miyavi's page about him leaving PSC. It is unrelated to his recent marriage.

***

For the longest time, Miyavi stood quietly in his and Shin's living room, fidgeting with his shirt. The older guitarist was curled up on his couch, face torn into an expression of heart ache and confusion. The soloist thought then, as he watched Shin's face crumble, that he had to think of something to say to assure the smaller man, and he needed to do it fast.

"Why?" Shin asked quietly.

The small guitarist was terrible at lying, and even worse at hiding this degree, this kind of emotion. Especially from Miyavi, whom had gotten to be a bit of an expert on reading Shin's emotions—even the ones he tried hard to hide.

Knowing that Shin wasn't one to show his feelings openly, it hurt Miyavi to see him looking so upset. He felt worse though, because he knew the older man was trying to hide the emotion from him. But Shin couldn't hide the crease of his brow, or the way his eyes gathered moisture, and that moisture leaked out from the edges of his eyes. Shin couldn't hide the way that he was unable to meet his gaze—as if this was to be their last time together and he didn't want to have any recollection of the moment.

It was then that he was compelled by the other's expression, and Miyavi moved forwards, curling up on the sofa beside Shin and tugging the delicate frame into his lap, into the solace of his embrace.

"I… I'm only leaving PSC. I'm not leaving you, Shin," He murmured, lips pressed gently to the side of his lover's head. Shin pushed closer to him, needing more than that. Miyavi sighed. "PSC… well, I'm not like the rest of you guys. I'm different from Kra, Alice Nine., the Gazette, Kagrra,… I'm different from SCREW and SuG, too." he explained, wrapping his arms tightly around Shin's frame and resting his hands on his back. I'm different from all of you guys, so I'm going to be 'graduating' from this era of my career. PSC has been great, but now I need something that I can't achieve there." the soloist sighed again and pressed his face into Shin's neck.

"I'm leaving PSC, but I am so unbelievably thankful for all I've experienced there. I could never regret being a part of that family. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have gotten so close to you… I wouldn't have realised how much I need you," He murmured, smiling a little to himself when Shin reached up and slid his arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

"Please don't be upset, Shin. I love you…" Miyavi whispered, smoothing his hands over the older man's back.

"I'm not upset." Shin protested petulantly, and the inked man could practically feel his pout.

"Yes you are~" the younger man chuckled.

Shin whined and squirmed on his lap, yelping indignantly when Miyavi pushed him back and made himself comfortable on top of him. Below him, Shin sniffled faintly, pulling back a hand to wipe away some of the moisture from the corner of his eye.

"It's not my fault you made it sound like you were leaving me," The brunette pouted, looking up at Miyavi accusingly.

The soloist sighed and leaned down, nuzzling into Shin's neck with a soft laugh. "Can I make it up to you?"

Shin bit his lower lip before nodding.

Smiling, Miyavi pulled back, arms down against the couch on either side of Shin's head. For a few seconds, he just looked down at him before he leaned in and pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss.

"I love you, too," Shin breathed against his lips, causing both guitarists to smile.

The kiss remained gentle, but it was no less passionate. When they broke apart, Shin smiled up at Miyavi tenderly. His fingers were tangled in his beautiful black hair, lightly tugging on it, and then Shin grinned a little.

"You'll have to remember to write often, if you can't call~" he teased, laughing when the soloist tickled him, pretending to be angered by the remark.

"Shin~! I'm only going to another label!! I'll still be living here with you," he snorted, nipping at Shin's earring playfully. The older man giggled for a while, before he calmed, holding Miyavi closer.

"Still… I wish you the best on your future career endeavours."

Miyavi laughed again. "Dork."

"Well, I can't let you be the silly one all the time!"

***

In the eyes of the beholder || Wataru/Shin || Oneshot

Fri, 08 May 2009 02:05:39 GMT

Title: In the eyes of the beholder
Author: _yoki_
Theme: #49 - ugly
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Wataru/Shin
Bands: 12012 x Kagrra,
Disclaimer: No, I don't.
Summary: Shin questions himself. Only Wataru is there to assure him.
Notes: As I'm writing Wataru/Shin like I am Miyavi/Shin—that is, a series of connected oneshots—this can be considered a sequel to Unrequited. Betaed by tsumetaikaze, dedicated to simply_emotion, and written for 50stories

***

A few days after Wataru held Shin until he fell asleep, the vocalist found himself bored at home, alone. Shin was due to go on tour soon and the blonde was a little bummed; mostly he was worried, though. Knowing Kagrra, they'd be in one or two rooms, and knowing Shin, he'd find a way to bunk by himself. Wataru didn't like the way Shin was when he was hurt and so obviously upset. The brunette would only let selective people know, of course, and some niggling thought in the back of his mind told him that Shin wouldn't be telling his friends and band mates.

Wataru didn't want Shin to be such a recluse. It was bad enough he was like with about work. He was sincerely concerned that if Shin locked himself up completely that he would break. The younger man needed some kind of distraction. He needed something to take the ache from his heart and the dullness from his eyes.

The blonde wanted a happier moment in mind before wishing his friend good luck on his tour. He didn't want their last time spent together before he left to be one of Shin crying himself to sleep in his arms.

Sighing to himself, the vocalist picked up his cell phone and called Shin. He waited and frowned, leaving a message when the younger man didn't answer. He wasn't completely deterred yet, however, and the blonde sent his friend a text message next, waiting until it sent before he got up from his couch and changed.

Wataru lazily pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, pocketing his cell phone and the keys to his apartment in a denim coat. At the front door, he put on his boots and left, locking the door behind him.

He was now on a mission, and nothing was going to stop him. Not even a gorgeous-but-depressed 'best friend' that he'd curiously fallen for.

On his way to Shin's apartment, Wataru thought about him—Shin seemed to be a constant presence on his mind—and the pain he was more than likely feeling. He thought of Shin's new album, and how hard he worked on it. He thought of the songs, and the ones he knew for sure were written by his friend. He thought of their new image for the release, and the way Shin's outfit flattered his slight frame, and the way his favourite shade of green was the perfect accent to his eyes.

Groaning to himself, Wataru rubbed his eyes, still thinking of Shin.

He thought of how he wanted to soothe the brunette—not with simple, empty words, but with gentle, affectionate gestures. By nature, the vocalist wasn't very romantic, but he found he could be, if it were for Shin.

Wataru thought of how he used to wish he was Miyavi, seeing how happy he used to make Sin. Now, he greatly disliked him, maybe even hated him. The blonde no longer wished he was Miyavi, because he knew he could do better than him. Wataru thought so surely of how he knew he could make Sin happy, without ever making him need to worry about whether he cared or not.

The vocalist knew he was right for Shin. He just couldn't figure out how to show him without making it seem like he was after him purely because he was still freshly heartbroken.

He knew those that were emotionally unstable were easier to woo, but his affections for Shin ran far too deep to stoop so low. Wataru wanted Shin, and he would be patient until the younger man was healed and ready to move on.

The blonde snapped out of his thoughts when he was at the intersection just before Shin's complex. Squinting, he looked up and scoffed to himself when he could make out the tiny figure of the brunette on his seventh floor balcony.

Judging by Shin actually sitting outside like that, the blonde suspected that he'd been outside for a while and either shut his cell phone off, or was ignoring it. The younger man rarely sat out on his balcony like he was. The only other times he ignored his phone was when he was busy in his studio-room.

Sighing to himself, Wataru shook his head and crossed the street, glad that he'd long ago gained the privilege of having a copy of his key. He entered the complex and let himself in to the stairwell—as far as he could remember, the elevator had never worked right.

At the seventh floor, the blonde turned down the hall, finding his friend's door. Politely, he knocked on the door and waited a few seconds in case Shin heard him and let him in. when there was no reply, Wataru unlocked the door and closed it behind him.

From the entrance, he could see the younger man sitting on the cool surface of his balcony, smoking. Wataru frowned and took off his boots, moving inside the apartment before he pulled open the glass door quietly.

"Shin…" he sighed, folding his arms as he leaned against the frame.

The smaller man jumped, looking up over his shoulder at Wataru. "What?"

Chuckling mirthlessly, the vocalist moved out and sat down beside him. "It's a little chilly, why aren't you inside?"

Shin gave a half-shrug, bringing the cigarette to his lips and taking a long drag. "Don't want to make it smell inside."

Wataru raised an eyebrow. "And that's stopped you before?"

The guitarist gestured to the ash tray on his other side. There were several butts there, all of them smoked right down to the filter.

"I see," the blonde murmured, frowning. "You shouldn't smoke."

"Why not?"

"It'll give you cancer!"

Shin sighed, blowing the smoke out at Wataru. "So? You'll get it too 'cause you hang around too much."

Wataru growled. "If I don't, who else will come to worry over you?"

The brunette shrugged again. "Does it matter?"

Stuttering for a few moments, Wataru huffed and grabbed the cigarette from Shin's lips. He blatantly ignored the smaller man's protests and leaned over him, taking the ash tray and stubbing the cancer stick out. "Yes, it matters," he ground out, feeling bad then that he was getting upset at Shin when the younger man was already upset enough himself.

A soft sigh fell from Shin's lips and he rolled his eyes, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

Faltering, Wataru frowned and put the ash tray to the side, setting an arm around Shin's shoulders. "I'm sorry."

Shin shook his head, half-heartedly squirming to try and get the other's arm off him. "It's fine," he muttered.

Wataru sighed and frowned. "No, Shin. It's not okay." Stubbornly he tightened the grip he had on the other's shoulder.

Angrily, the younger man violently shook himself and got up to his feet. "I don't need you to pity me, Wataru," he bit out coldly.

The vocalist stared, surprised. Before he could say anything, Shin disappeared back into his apartment.

The blonde wasn't sure what to think. He thought he'd seen a few tears in the other's eyes. This was so out of character for Shin. He didn't often get so outwardly upset. It was rare for him to lash out like that. Wataru was used to the Shin who dealt with things level-headedly.

The only explanation he could think of was that Shin was still really hurt by Miyavi.

It was the only recent enough event that could affect him so deeply.

Wataru didn't waste any time at all as he scrambled up to his feet and headed inside after Shin. The guitarist was in the kitchen, and he wasn't being very quiet about it, either. The blonde winced when he heard a cupboard door slam. In all honesty, he wouldn't have been surprised if the guitarist decided to break a few dishes.

Shin was clearly angry enough.

Despite his rush to get back inside, the older man was not eager to face Shin just yet. He didn't know how to handle him when he was like this.

Hesitantly, Wataru entered the kitchen, momentarily put off by the silence that followed after his friend slammed the poor cabinet door.

After stepping around the frame of the open entrance, the blonde gasped quietly. Shin was standing at the sink, looking out the window. There was a tea cup on the counter near his arm, and the kettle beside the sink. What really bothered him was the way Shin glared through the pane of glass as tears streaked their way down his cheeks silently.

Even though he was sure his presence wasn't welcome, Wataru moved to his friend, placing his hand on his lower back. Shin visibly stiffened under his touch, but didn't shove him away as he'd feared. Barely encouraged, the vocalist gripped Shin's hip and tugged, gently forcing him to turn and look at him.

Wataru wasn't entirely prepared for it when Shin suddenly let out a small noise and latched onto him, arms wrapping around his neck and face pressed into his chest.

Sighing softly, the older man slipped his arms around the other's waist, hands gently settling on his lower back, fingers laced together.

The way they stood together like that was painful for Wataru. It wasn't even so simple as sympathy for a badly broken heart but, that there really wasn't anything he could do about it.

He cared for Shin so much; he wished he could tell his friend. He had a right to know, but at the same time he really didn't. As a rule, Wataru kept his feelings to himself. He told that to interviewers all the time. His feelings were his alone; he had no reason or need to share them with others. Especially not something so intimate.

Closing his eyes, Wataru swallowed past the lump in his throat and held Shin tighter. He slowly brought one hand up from his back and tangled it into the soft, brunette hair. Though he knew Shin's cries were always silent, the absence of sound bothered him.

He didn't break the silence, even though he couldn't stand it. The older man just stood there, holding Shin and letting him break down and be weak for once. Letting him lose his resolve for once.

It seemed like hours passed before Shin began to sniffle, the grip on his neck loosening until his hands slid down and balled into fists at his collar bones.

Wataru's t-shirt was soaked through where the guitarist had cried into it, but he didn't care.

Without saying a word, he lightly ran his hand through Shin's hair, knowing that it helped him calm down. When he was alright, Shin would let him know. For the time being, the blonde remained silent, slowly stroking his fingers through Shin's hair, gently massaging the back of his neck and smiling a little each time he shivered.

"Wataru…"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry," Shin murmured, looking up at him sadly.

"Don't worry about it, Shin. You're hurt. I was a little surprised, but it's fine. You didn't do anything wrong. I was just… a little scared for you, I guess." He breathed, smiling sweetly at the younger man.

Distantly, Shin nodded. "Okay," he murmured.

Wataru sighed a little, hating and adoring the way Shin looked then. With his eyes red and puffy, lower lip swollen from biting at it, he looked adorable and absolutely kissable.

After a few seconds of silence passed with the vocalist still running his fingers through his hair and over the back of his neck, Wataru realised he was staring into his eyes. Shin was looking right back at him, and he was afraid suddenly that Shin would find out how he felt for him. Hastily, he broke their staring contest.

"Ahh, do you want tea?" he asked, smiling when the smaller man nodded.

Wataru guided Shin to the table, pressing on his shoulders until he got the hint and sat down.

He turned and filled the kettle with water, setting it to boil before he pulled out a cup for himself as well as some green tea leaves. Every so often he would glance over his shoulder to check on Shin, making sure he wasn't crying again.

While the tea steeped in the kettle he turned, watching the brunette.

"Wataru…"

"Mhm?"

"Am I ugly?"

Wataru blinked, thrown off by the unexpected question. "Shin? No, of course you're not! Why would you ask such a thing?"

Shin sniffled. "Because she's beautiful, isn't she? And… Miyavi left me for her, so I must be ugly."

The vocalist's hear broke a little. "Shin… you're not ugly. You're far from ugly." Wataru frowned, leaving the tea on the counter as he moved to the table and sat down next to his friend, wrapping an arm around his waist. Shin leaned against him.

"Well… he must have seen something ugly in me," the younger man mumbled, hand resting against Wataru's shoulder.

"No, Shin. There's nothing ugly about you. The only person right now I see as ugly is Miyavi," Wataru frowned.

"Why? Why do you think he's the ugly one?"

It hurt Wataru that the guitarist was so genuinely confused. "Shin… He cheated on you, and then left you for a woman so he could have children. Cheating is enough to make him ugly. How difficult would it have been for you to adopt? Seriously. The fact that he wasn't willing to put in the effort only shows how shallow and selfish he is." Sighing, the blonde reached around and hugged Shin properly, resting his chin on the other's head. "It disgusts me that he's not even inviting you to the private party. He owes you at least that much."

The smaller man's body trembled, making the vocalist worry that he'd somehow started to cry once more.

Gently, Wataru pulled back to check, instantly relieved to see that he wasn't.

Lightly, he brushed his thumb over Shin's cheek, encouraging him to smile—even if only a little.

Shin's lips twitched, forming the slightest of smiles. Small as it was, Wataru was satisfied with it.

He got up and brought the tea pot and cups into the sitting room. He returned to the kitchen and took the brunette's hand, tugging him into the living room before sitting down on the couch and getting Shin to join him.

Wataru pulled the other close, letting the younger man reach out to pick up their teas before settling against him again.

The vocalist watched quietly as Shin sipped at his tea, eyes drawn to his living room floor. For a brief moment, the older man found some hilarity in their situation. This was Shin's apartment, but he'd just acted as if it was Wataru's. Even now, Shin was timid and quiet, as if he didn't want to upset the vocalist and get thrown out.

He chuckled, and Shin tilted his head towards him in confusion.

"It's nothing," Wataru smiled, ruffling Shin's hair.

The brunette pouted, setting his tea down to pristinely readjust the strands. "You always do that."

"Of course I do! It's my job as your… superior." Wataru grinned even as Shin's pout deepened.

"You're not my boss."

Wataru laughed. "As your senior, then."

Snorting, Shin shook his head, holding his tea again and letting the steam soothe his tear-streaked face.

Watching him quietly for a few seconds, the older man sipped at his own tea. It was good to see Shin smile again, though he was still quite concerned. He didn't think it was healthy to switch so rapidly from anger, to tears, to laughter like the other had just done.

It was a ruse so he wouldn't worry, but he could see right through it.

Shin glanced at Wataru, frowning and lightly touching his shoulder. "Your shirt's all dirty… let me wash it."

Blinking, the vocalist looked down at his garment, a little surprised that he hadn't really noticed the large we patch across his shoulder.

"Oh. So it is," he breathed, getting up from the couch. "I'll go put it in with your dirty clothes, you can wash it when you do your laundry next. I'm not in any hurry to get it back." Wataru smiled, pressing on Shin's shoulder to make sure he would stay put.

As he went down the hall, the blonde pulled off his shirt, tossing it into the dirty hamper in the younger man's room. He cleaned off his shoulder in the bathroom and then went back into Shin's room to find a shirt to borrow. Lazily, Wataru took out a button-up and slit it over his shoulders, only doing it up halfway before he returned to the living room.

Wataru paused a little ways from the couch, distracted by the way Shin looked. He didn't seem happy at all, but he wasn't in distraught tears, which he was glad for. He could not understand how the guitarist thought of himself as ugly. He was gorgeous.

Quietly, he went to the sofa and made himself comfortable next to Shin, smiling when the smaller man leaned into him.

"I'm glad you came by today," Shin murmured, slowly nursing the last of the tea in his cup.

"I'm glad you didn't throw me out," Wataru returned, hugging the other with one arm around his shoulders.

"Me too," the guitarist paused, and the blonde squeezed his shoulder to encourage him to continue. "We're going on tour soon."

"I know. You'll have to call me if you get lonely," Wataru murmured, pouting at Shin though he was completely serious.

Shin laughed softly, patting his hand. "I will."

The vocalist grinned a little, feeling more comfortable leaving Shin like this—able to laugh and smile despite his heartache. Things would be okay. Shin would be okay, and if he did call, Wataru would answer.

***

Unrequited || Wataru/Shin || Oneshot

Fri, 08 May 2009 01:39:20 GMT

Title: Unrequited
Author: _yoki_
Theme: #38 - separation
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Wataru/Shin, ~~former~~ Miyavi/Shin
Band(s): 12012 x Kagrra,
Disclaimer: No, I don't.
Summary: Wataru comforts Shin over his broken heart.
Comments: Written for 50stories and betaed by tsumetaikaze. Please read and review <3 And in case anyone is wondering, this is completely separate from my claim for MYV/Shin.

***

It was spring at last. Wataru was glad that the wintry season had passed and that it would be warming up soon and sakura would be in bloom. He'd heard of places in the world that often had snow and cold temperatures from September until the end of April, and was grateful Japan wasn't like that.

To the blonde, spring meant warmth and comfortable days spent outside. Most of all however, to Wataru, spring meant that the rainy season was only that much nearer.

He figured that practically all 12012 fans knew that he drew much of his inspiration forth from the rain. Something about the sombre serenity of rain always sparked his imagination like lightning could a fire.

Sometimes, when the rain had not yet come, the vocalist would find himself taking leisurely strolls, watching the bustle of life around him. On such occasions, Wataru often found himself wandering through parks, or near temples. He never really intended to go to either places as he wasn't particularly interested in being sociable or traditional, but rarely did he mind on the times he noticed.

One such time in a park near his apartment, Wataru found himself wandering towards a small crowd of people. Upon realising where he was and what was going on, he almost left.

The broken-hearted melody of a violin stopped him.

A frown creased his brow and the blonde curiously moved closer to the group. Politely as he could, Wataru wedged himself between strangers until he had a clear view of the musician.

Wataru was a little surprised at the man he saw. Of course, being in the music business himself he knew many fellow musicians. This particular musician was no stranger to him.

Before voicing himself and possibly making for an uncomfortable afternoon for them both, the blonde held his tongue and waited for the brunette to finish.

Shin barely had his eyes open, his left hand gently holding the neck of the violin as if it were some precious lover. His right hand was holding the bow, striking it over the strings perfectly as the fingers of his other hand held them down. Shin was moving a little with the music, as if he was one with the sound in another world. It surprised Wataru how lost the younger man could get in his music. He'd only ever seen the man play at Kagrra, lives, and this time was so markedly different from all those before.

In so human a setting, the guitarist appeared somehow delicate, like the slightest disturbance could send his world—his music—into chaos.

Wataru realised that Shin looked beautiful like this; overcome with emotion as he played his heart out, unknowingly surrounded by onlookers who knew nothing of his plight.

It felt like time stood still as he watched Shin play. He could feel the emotion in his song and he wanted nothing more than to somehow comfort him.

Though time felt like it belonged in another dimension, the guitarist's song eventually died away, leaving the crowd feeling strangely breathless.

Shin's music was beautiful.

The brunette's obsidian eyes slowly opened, and the younger man blushed as applause suddenly roared around him. It was an entirely different experience playing as rhythm guitarist and playing as a lonely violinist. A few of the group congratulated him on how well he could play while the rest stayed behind for a brief comment or two.

Wataru was part of the percentage whom remained and more personally complimented his skill.

The vocalist kept mostly to himself, smiling faintly as he watched Shin be himself—bashful and modest—until the last of the strangers had gone and it was only them in the part of the field the brunette had chosen for himself.

"I didn't know you could play violin too, Shin-san," the blonde chuckled, smiling crookedly as the younger man scoffed quietly.

"I can't play much. And... despite this," Shin vaguely gestured toward the now empty space around them that not so long ago housed several spectators, "I'm not that good."

Wataru sighed gently. "Ahh, your modesty is refreshing."

Shin chuckled and shrugged, carefully setting the instrument into its hard carrying-case.

"What brings you here today, Wataru-san?"

The vocalist hummed, shrugging. "Couldn't think of lyrics to write. Thought a walk would help."

A delicately-curved eyebrow rose. "And did it?" Shin asked curiously.

"I'm not sure. It might have." Wataru smiled, letting it fade as the other man went quiet. "... what's on your mind?"

Shin frowned, sighing softly before looking up at the vocalist. He bit his lip before answering him. "Do you want to join me for lunch?"

***

Wataru had gone with Shin to a small café and ordered some lunch. The suggestion—request?—had caught the older man off-guard. He wasn't one to decline so abruptly though, and with the way Shin exuded emotional distress despite his calm appearance, the last thing he wanted was to leave him on his own.

Besides, Shin was cute, and he didn't mind spending more time with the guitarist.

They had gotten around to knowing one another through photo shoots and interviews being booked near each other. In between their respective bands' business and hectic schedules, the two had formed a friendship. They knew one another fairly well—well enough to not use honorifics when in more private settings—and it was this closeness, Wataru believed, that made him privileged enough to know of Shin's relationship with Miyavi first.

Well, maybe not first, but he was the first outside of Kagrra, to hear about it.

Shin and Miyavi's relationship had seemed great for some time. Then, roughly a year ago, he noted a change.

The younger man had begun to question the soloist's loyalty and devotion to him. They were arguing more and Miyavi didn't seem to want to spend time with him as much anymore.

Things got steadily worse from there, and Shin would often come to Wataru first before anyone else. For a while, the vocalist kept hoping things would end up alright—he didn't want his friend to get hurt more than he already had been.

After he realised that Miyavi and Shin were practically through with each other, his feelings began to change. Wataru wondered if maybe it was inevitable—the younger man was adorable and they got along very well with each other. Then he became worried—Miyavi and Shin had gotten along together well, too, and Shin wound up hurt and Miyavi found himself a girlfriend. He didn't want the same thing to happen to him and Shin, so he never mentioned to the guitarist that he liked him.

The last he had heard was that Miyavi and Shin had more or less patched things up, and were good friends again. Without even needing to ask, the blonde instinctively knew that their lunch together was going to include some discussion of the soloist. Part of him wanted to hate Miyavi, but figured that if Shin had been able to find it in him to forgive him, that he should be able to as well.

In the café, Shin was quiet, looking withdrawn and upset.

"He's married," the brunette finally murmured.

Wataru blinked, staring. "Seriously?"

Shin nodded curtly. "She's pregnant," he added, his words tense.

"Shit! I—I'm so sorry, Shin," the vocalist breathed, staring at his friend.

The younger man shrugged, directing his glare down to the table top. "They're having a private party with friends and family. This weekend."

Wataru frowned. "... Are you going?"

Shin looked up at him and smiled bitterly. "I wasn't invited. He's invited nearly everyone on PSC, but not me." He sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

His hands were shaking.

"I can't believe how cold he still is to you. He's acting like the time you were together meant nothing to him!"

"I don't think it did. He's always wanted a family. Being a man, I couldn't give that to him. So, he left me to find what he really wanted. I... I'm okay with it. Really. It just... hurts, y'know?" The guitarist sighed again, heavily.

Wataru shook his head. "You shouldn't feel okay being treated as a temporary void-filler. He treated you like a possession! Like... like your use was limited. He's really pissed me off, now. It's bad enough he left you for a woman to have a family without even telling you, but it's something entirely different when he doesn't even invite you to the special, private party. You were together for at least two years. You deserve more than that! You deserve more than such cold severing of ties. He has no idea what he lost when he left you." Frowning, the older man shook his head again, and closed his eyes, agitated.

Shin was very quiet then, and the vocalist winced a little, hesitantly looking up at him.

The smaller man looked like a cross between experiencing fresh heart-break, and subdued agreement.

"I'm so—"

"Thank you, Wataru."

"... E-eh?" Wataru blinked, more than a little confused.

"Thank you. Sometimes I wonder about if I wasn't good enough. I wonder if I'll ever be enough for anyone. You always manage to remind me that I am." Shin smiled a little, making Wataru smile too.

"I'm glad I can make you feel like that. You should know it by now yourself, though."

"I know." The brunette murmured.

"... Are you finished?"

Shin looked down at his empty dishes and nodded.

"Then come on, you're coming over to my place for the night."

"Why?"

"Because, I'm not about to leave you on your own. You can tell me you're fine as many times as you fancy; I know you too well. I know how you'll be on your own. Come on, Shin, my place is only a few blocks away."

The guitarist sighed but nodded, getting up from his seat, violin case clasped in his hand.

***

At Wataru's apartment, Shin's strong resolve broke, and he cried his noiseless tears, clinging to his friend. While the guitarist let out his pain that still felt too fresh, the blonde held him gently, stroking his soft hair from his temple.

Like so many times in the past, Shin cried himself to sleep. And also like in the past, Wataru gently wiped his face with a wet cloth so the red puffiness wouldn't be quite so severe, and he carried him to his room, setting the slender form down into his futon.

Wataru was going to take the couch, but he couldn't force himself to leave Shin alone like he had been too many times.

Without hesitation, the blonde pulled back the covers and slid in next to his friend, lightly setting a hand on his hip. He watched Shin for a while before he gradually fell asleep too, vowing to himself to never be so cruel to him.

If one separation could be so agonising, he wanted to protect Shin from as many more as he could.

Because Shin still loved Miyavi.

***

Tangerine || 12012, Kagrra || Oneshot

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 06:34:38 GMT

Title: Tangerine
Band/Pairing(s): [12012 x Kagrra,] Wataru x Shin
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Fluff, hints at intimate things
Warnings: Male/Male pairing
Rating: 14A
Disclaimer: No, I don't.
Summary: Shin soothes Wataru's tension.
Comments: Betaed by tsumetaikaze. Please read and review <3

***

After a few weeks of solitude in his own apartment, Shin finally sought out contact with someone else. It wasn't boredom that finally got him to move, but loneliness.

Sighing quietly, the brunette pulled out a spare key and let himself into the apartment. Shin removed his shoes and jacket at the front door before stepping carefully so as not to be heard, heading down to the room he thought Wataru would most likely be in.

Stealthily creeping around the frame of the door, Shin bit his lower lip, frowning slightly. Wataru was indeed in his room looking quite stunning in his fitted jeans and button-up shirt, but the expression on his face worried the guitarist. The blonde looked like a cross between distressed and tired.

The space he moved across to stand behind Wataru was traveled just as quietly as every other within the apartment. Shin hesitated a small distance behind the older man, watching him and adoring him through the mirror he stood before.

In the silence, Shin slowly smiled, amused that his boyfriend hadn't noticed him yet.

The brunette grinned shamelessly when he saw the suddenness of realisation as Wataru came to.

His boyfriend turned to greet him, apologising and smiling guiltily while he reached out to grasp Shin's waist. Tilting his head, Shin wrapped his arms around his neck.

"It's okay... I wanted it to be a surprise," he murmured, shivering a little as the blonde nuzzled into his neck.

"I'm glad you stopped by..." Wataru breathed, sighing against the brunette's ear. "Why, exactly, did you come by today?" he asked.

Shin chuckled. "Well, I was lonely. I hadn't heard from you since you told me you'd be busy with recording. Am I not allowed to randomly visit my own boyfriend?" he asked, blinking and looking hurt.

The older man laughed before kissing Shin's cheek. "Of course you are! You can visit me whenever you want, Shin."

The guitarist smiled and shook his head, squirming out of Wataru's arms before tugging on his hand.

"C'mon, Wataru...you look tense, upset," he murmured, stepping back until he had to climb onto the bed. Shin still tugged on Wataru's hand impatiently, pouting at the vocalist until he sighed and crawled on after his younger boyfriend.

"I am not tense, Shin..." the blonde protested, laughing as Shin frowned and lightly pressed on his back, searching for knots. The look of such deep concentration on his face made Wataru giggle. Shin pouted and smacked his shoulder.

"Hey, I'm serious~!" Shin whined, wrinkling his nose at the vocalist.

Wataru chuckled and slowly quieted. "Sorry. What do you want to do about it?"

Shin bit his lip for some time before he looked up and smiled. "Take off your shirt."

The blonde blinked, confused. "Ehh? But, Shin... don't you think it's a little... soon... for that?"

Rolling his eyes, Shin sighed. "I don't mean for that. Of course it's too early for that. I can massage out those knots is what I meant," the younger man sighed, watching his boyfriend exasperatedly.

Wataru laughed after a moment. "Oh, right. That makes sense," he chuckled, glancing down as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall from his shoulders. "Now what?"

"Lay down on your tummy. Do you have any lotion?"

The vocalist was quiet for a moment before he nodded and pointed to the nightstand at the head of his bed. Then Wataru lay down and closed his eyes, waiting for Shin to get the lotion and return to him.

The brunette found his boyfriend's lotion easily enough. Shin looked down at it for a long pause.

"Tangerine? Really?!" he giggled, covering his mouth while Wataru frowned up at him.

"What? It keeps my knuckles from cracking in the winter," Wataru protested, pouting at Shin indignantly.

Shin looked at him incredulously, grinning inwardly when Wataru blushed faintly. "I think it's got more to do with you being from Ehime and the tangerines there being yummy."

Wataru sighed and shook his head. "You've really got to stop listening to Yuusuke," he murmured, chuckling.

"But... tangerine suits you~" Shin giggled, shifting so he was straddling Wataru's hips. He squeezed some of the lotion onto his boyfriend's back, cackling when the blonde gasped and squirmed.

"That's cold!"

Shin lightly poked him in the side. "Stop moving~"

He waited until the older man stilled before he reached down and started to lightly work in the lotion, making it easier to massage out his tension. The brunette smiled to himself, glad to feel Wataru's muscles slowly loosening up beneath his touch. Soft sounds of relief fell from the other's lips and Shin couldn't help but smile proudly. He leaned down and brushed his lips against the back of the vocalist's ear. "Does that feel good?" he asked, still firmly kneading his muscles.

A soft, rumbling purr came from the vocalist before he answered verbally. "Mm... very good, Shin," he groaned.

The brunette smiled wider and pulled back from Wataru's ear. "I'm glad," he murmured, digging his thumbs into the other's shoulder blades. The breathy whine that produced had Shin shuddering faintly. In the back of his mind he hoped he wasn't hurting the older man.

For a few minutes more Shin continued to massage, his hands making their way down Wataru's body to his sides. He was practically finished, but Wataru's skin was seductively soft and smooth.

"Nn... Shin, babe, stop," the vocalist murmured, arching under Shin's touch before he managed to squirm enough until he rolled under his boyfriend's weight.

Their eyes met and the younger man bit his lip, hands resting shyly at the blonde's waist.

"Are you?—D-did I—!"

Wataru silenced Shin in one of the best methods he'd discovered through their dates and being silly with one another in private—a kiss. The blonde had reached up and pulled him down by the back of his neck, and even when their lips met he didn't let go.

Trembling a little, the younger man mewled, gasping as Wataru's hands traveled down his back. He jumped as fingers slid under the back of his shirt and groaned, willingly surrendering to the vocalist's dominance. Shin moaned when Wataru kissed him deeper and sucked on his lip. At the same time, the man slid his hands higher under Shin's shirt, moving them high enough until Wataru could remove the garment.

Of course, the kiss was broken while Shin was stripped of his shirt, but he wasn't really complaining.

While their lips parted, Shin took advantage of the brief pause and pushed against Wataru's chest until he was lying down again. His victory was short-lived. Within moments, the older man grabbed onto his hips and rolled them both, smirking evilly when he wound up on top and between Shin's thighs.

Staring down at the guitarist—his guitarist—Wataru playfully rolled their hips, leaning down and nipping at Shin's lip when his mouth parted to release a restrained moan. He pulled away only slightly before leaning down even closer, brushing taunting kisses over Shin's sensitive neck and jaw.

"Yes, I'm fine; no, you didn't hurt me, and I'd show you how good it felt if it wouldn't mean we'd be moving too fast," Wataru murmured, scraping his teeth over his boyfriend's neck. The delicious shiver only made him crave more and Wataru lightly bit into the skin just so slightly below his ear. After Shin's breath hitched, he sucked on the faint bruise, grinning to himself at the way Shin mewled and trembled.

"W-Wataru... please stop..." Shin whined, gripping the older man's shoulders with his head tilted back. The sight was difficult to pull away from, but Wataru finally managed.

Both musicians settled, and Wataru waited while Shin's breathing slowly came under his control again.

Sighing pleasantly, Shin smiled at the blonde, tangling his fingers into his hair and dragging him in for a sweet kiss.

"Just be patient, Wataru..." he breathed, giggling at the pout he was given. "Soon enough," he assured, holding his boyfriend close while Wataru awkwardly shifted their bodies so they were on their sides with their legs tangled.

"We should sleep now," Shin sighed, laughing a little when Wataru made a half-hearted protest and bit his neck lightly. The brunette shook his head, curling up to his boyfriend's chest, feeling somehow proud when Wataru's arm settled possessively over his hip.

"Good night, Shin. Sleep well," Wataru murmured, kissing Shin's forehead before letting sleep claim him for a few hours.

***

Note: Yes, this is a completely random pairing, but I just had to write it. Please be kind? ^^;;;

Stubby || the GazettE, Kagrra || Oneshot

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 06:20:18 GMT

Title: Stubby
Band/Pairing(s): [the GazettE x Kagrra,] Aoi x Shin
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Male/Male pairing
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Wake up and smell the coffee, people…
Summary: Aoi points out Shin's small hands.
Comments: I got an idea, and tsumetaikaze encouraged me to finish it. This is kind of for her, and she also betaed it. <3 Please read and review.

***

The day following the 2009 PSC special live event, Aoi and Shin woke late in the afternoon, both content and exhausted enough to be lazy. Shin made them a delicious late-breakfast, and Aoi invited him to join him in the shower afterwards. His lover declined, claiming that he would go back to sleep. The older man took his time, seduced by the hot water.

Emerging from his shower fresh and clean, Aoi thought he heard music coming from beyond the door. The guitarist dried off and got dress in a pair of boxers and t-shirt before he left the room.

Aoi followed the sound and realised that it was an acoustic guitar coming from the living room. After pausing to listen for a little while, he couldn't recognise the tune. The unfamiliar song intrigued him, begging him to keep moving until the back of Shin's brunette head came into view.

"Hey," he called softly.

Shin paused his strumming and looked up over his shoulder at him. "Hey," he smiled.

"What are you playing? Is it new?" Aoi asked.

The younger man hummed briefly before nodding. "It's one of the songs that'll be on Shu." Shin answered, turning back around and continuing where he left off.

Aoi moved forwards around the couch to sit beside his lover, trying his best not to disturb him. Sighing contentedly, he closed his eyes, listening to the other's hard work. It came as a surprise when Shin's fingers slipped, producing an almost screech from the instrument. He winced, and was sure his lover had as well. Being official, professional musicians… anything off sounded far worse than most people would believe.

Shin groaned softly beside him, and Aoi forced a wry chuckle. "Can't get the chord?"

Aoi glanced to the side at his lover and bit his lip when the smaller man glowered.

After the younger man tried it a few more times, again making the foul noise, he got his answer.

The taller brunette watched Shin try to play it perfectly, and found he couldn't stop himself from giggling. Shin glared at him outright this time, which only made him laugh more.

"I'm sorry, Shin, but it's actually kind of funny," he chuckled, covering his mouth, and yelping a little in surprise when his boyfriend smacked his arm.

"It's not my fault my gene pool was warped!" Shin whined, moving to place his guitar aside and then leave the living room. As soon as the guitar was safely set on the floor, Aoi's arms slid around his waist and pulled him close.

"Hey, now, don't be like that." He pressed his lips to the back of Shin's ear, grinning slightly. "I know you have no control over having short fingers—" Shin groaned and pressed his hands firmly to the older man's chest, "—but it is your fault for deciding to play 7-string guitar."

Aoi laughed harder when his smaller lover immediately pouted, almost fighting against him as if he had been terribly insulted.

"Hang on, Shin!" he pleaded, lightly kissing the other's neck gently, smoothing his hands over Shin's back to try and better calm him. Until he felt the smaller man's tense body relax and loosen within his hold Aoi did not release him.

When Shin finally relaxed, he kissed closer to his jaw and sighed quietly. "I'm sorry, Shin," he said softly.

He felt Shin's shoulders hunch and frowned, pulling back a little to look at him. Shin was pouting so seriously it was almost a glower. Aoi laughed, finding it absolutely precious.

"You think I don't know I have small hands?" Shin asked, his lower lip looking almost swollen with how far he'd pushed it out at Aoi.

The older man chuckled and grinned, gently taking one of Shin's hands in his own. "Yes, well, you may have small hands, but your fingers are longer than mine," Aoi murmured, smirking at his younger lover when Shin watched him place a light kiss against the palm of his hand.

Aoi chuckled again when Shin blushed but didn't say anything. He went back to his own task and pressed tender little kisses along the underside of each of his fingers. When he finished, Aoi turned the brunette's hand over and kissed his knuckles.

"Y-you... Aoi..." Shin frowned, eyes still fixed on his lover's lips.

"Hush. I've always loved your hands," the older man breathed, silencing Shin's protests as he picked up his other hand and treated its fingers the same.

After a few moments of silence, Shin spoke up again and this time Aoi let him speak.

"I'm sorry for hitting you,"

Aoi smiled and kissed him softly. "It's okay. I kind of deserved it, anyway," he chuckled.

Shin didn't look eased with that however, so Aoi kissed him again.

"It sounds good. Did you ask if Akiya could help you?" he asked, shifting so he was laying down and tugged at Shin's shirt until he laid down on top of him.

"Mmm, I could..." he sighed, shifting until their legs were tangled and his cheek was pressed against Aoi's shoulder. "I should have made the neck slimmer..." Shin complained, squeaking when his lover poked his sides.

"If you don't ask Akiya to help you, then I will. It would be rather embarrassing if I had to ask for you, don't you think so?" Aoi laughed, wrapping his arms around Shin's small frame.

"Aoi, let me go... I have to practice it still," Shin whined.

Aoi didn't let go.

"No. Now you need to rest. I'm sure you've been playing it since I got in the shower. That was over an hour ago. Rest. Besides, that's what you claimed you would be doing while I was showering. You lied." He put emphasis on the word 'rest' in the hope that Shin might listen, if just this once.

The younger man huffed, but within a few minutes his breathing had calmed, and Aoi knew he was asleep.

***

My Guardian, Yours || NaoxShin || Oneshot

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 05:14:45 GMT

Title: My Guardian, Yours
Band: Kagrra,
Chapters: 01/01
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Fluff-ish? Definite AU
Warnings: Male/Male pairing
Rating: PG-13
Pariing(s): Nao x Shin
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T The story/plot is all mine with credits to kuroi_kiseki because it's partly based off of our AU RP. This is set in the Photograph story line, but should probably be read as a stand-alone, as it might not happen in the actual story I'm writing.
Summary: Nao thinks their roles should be reversed.
Comments: First of all, this is something I wrote in like… three minutes, so it's bound to be shoddy as all HELL. That aside, please read and review~! ^_^

***

White feathers fluttered, fell. Small jewels hit each other and rang out in the silence. Shin stood at the window, tense. His arms were folded and he fidgeted with the long black scarf round his neck. Nao was behind him, revolver at his side; his voice broke gently through.

"You're that boy..." it lacked confusion; was a statement. The words only made Shin feel more tense. He swallowed thickly, let the scarf fall still and nodded.

Images of the scene ten years ago invaded both minds. Nao cringed; an impossibly painful situation, the photos grainy. In Shin's mind, he relived it and became short of breath. Weakly, he collapsed onto the little bench, facing Nao. The older male rushed forwards in concern, perching the weapon on the boy's shoulder. It faced away from him, not a threat to him.

"I know why you're here." His sincere voice broke the silence once more and Shin's wings ruffled; more twinkling from the gems. Shin couldn't look at him, and took to fidgeting with the scarf once again. He held his foot and flinched when the brunette continued.

"You're too young for this... Do not worry over me; I'll be your Guardian." Nao leaned over Shin a little, his other hand on the window. Even in this pose, the boy-Angel felt safe; that Nao should have been the Guardian and he the troubled human. Nao leaned over him like he loved him; like he belonged to him.

He had only one thing to say in response to all of this.

"It is not your duty."

***

Goodbye, My Friend || AkiyaxShin || Oneshot

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 05:10:56 GMT

Title: Goodbye, My Friend
Band: Kagrra,
Chapters: 01/01
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Sadness? Definite AU
Warnings: Male/Male pairing; unrequited love
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Faint/platonic/unrequited AkiyaxShin
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T The story/plot is all mine with credits to kuroi_kiseki because it's partly based off of our AU RP. She's also helping me out along the way with character development and what-not. She also got me the information I needed to write this accurately.
Summary: It's time for the funeral.
Comments: This is a oneshot for my fic Photograph and takes place before the actual story begins. It might be included in a future chapter, but it's not really going to spoil anything. Please read and review. ^_^

***

Black.

No matter where he turned his head it was all he could see. A befitting colour for such a solemn occasion, but even so, Akiya felt restless.

He stepped out of his parents' car and stood still for a long moment, looking up towards the temple. The high school student turned and looked behind him, giving what he hoped was an encouraging smile to his mother.

I'm fine. his smile said, but it was a lie.

His hands were shoved deep in the pockets of the pitch-black slacks, fingers curling tightly around and fidgeting with the framework of a slim, black pair of glasses. For the briefest of moments, he wondered if his crushing grip would brake the tiny spectacles. Then he remembered how often their owner had dropped them and he realized that they were strong enough to out last falling, so they would survive his grip. Stuffed into an inside breast pocket of the suit coat was an envelope holding a generous amount of condolence money. It was a contribution from Akiya and his parents, but he figured his was mediocre in comparison to what his mother and father gave.

A shadow fell over him and Akiya looked up, a little surprised to see his mother standing there, giving him an encouraging look. On his other side, his father stood, looking towards the temple with reluctance. None of them wanted to go.

With a deep breath, their son stepped forward from under his parents' touch and made his way up to the temple, the overall silence driving him insane.

All he could see was the articles he'd read about. The photographs he'd found. He heard imagined screams, what he thought would have sounded from inside such a peaceful home. His classmates had tittered endlessly for the following days, obviously curious about what had happened. To him, those days had passed in a haze, slow and agonizing.

As if he had lived them in slow-motion.

The high school boy felt suffocated, he was surrounded by relatives not of his own, but that of his best friend. The boy he'd befriended and unwillingly fallen for. Even now, standing just inside of the temple but off to the side, his heart ached.

How could something like that have befallen them? That kind and innocent raven-haired boy...

Closing his eyes tight, Akiya moved forwards and found his seat, taking it as if it were the only thing that belonged to him anymore. For several minutes still, people trailed inside, taking their time as if they were as heart broken as he was. In the back of his mind, Akiya knew this was impossible. No one had cared for that family as much as he had; certainly not for the son.

It hurt so bad, he didn't know how he was expected to be able to move on.

Stirred from his thoughts, his parents came to sit beside him; his mother on his right and his father next to her. She reached out for her son's hand and the auburn-haired boy couldn't find it in him to pull away. Turning his hand over beneath hers, Akiya gave it a tight squeeze.

That morning had been filled with such gloom. They were all dressed in black; his mother the blackest kimono he had ever laid eyes on, and his father in a respectable suit. Akiya was glad their suits didn't match. He had attempted to do his hair nice; look presentable for his lost friend, but by then it had fallen from the hold of the gel.

"You look so handsome in that suit, Kazuhiro." ^[01] His mother had said to him, looking into his face as she adjusted the black tie 'round his neck.

To rid him of his pain, Akiya had almost asked his mother to tighten the tie, but wouldn't have been able to stand the look in her eyes had he done so.

At the altar the priest appeared, and once the light chatter had stopped—when had everyone come inside?—he began to read the sutra before him. The boy made a sharp intake of breath and closed his eyes when he heard the gentle scuffle of feet on the flooring, as family members went up and offered their incense.

It was torture to sit there and not be able to go up to the altar, where what remained of their bodies lay.

Without him even realizing it, tears began to build into Akiya's eyes and his heart twisted so horribly in his chest that he thought it would burst. He stared blankly at the smallest casket, encasing that beloved boy.

It only lasted a little while longer, and then Akiya's parents were urging him to get up.

The service was over.

Internally, he refused to leave. He hadn't said his goodbyes yet! Hesitating, he looked to his mother desperately. At first, she had looked shocked that he didn't want to follow customs and leave right away—when they were supposed to—but it faded into understanding and she nodded.

His mother and father left to the car, giving him a moment to plead with the closest of kin. It was a brave thing for him to do, but seeing as he was the closest non-family member and just how young and desperate he was... he was allowed to go up to the altar.

Akiya had given off the condolence envelope to his mother and didn't have to look back to know she was taking care of it. His concerns were no longer on the money or the ceremony. He had to get to the casket.

His hands shook as he leaned over, and the tears on his face shone in the dim lights, making his sorrow greater. He stared down into that serene face, a forced chuckle from his throat at the sight of his friend in a suit.

He hated suits... he wanted to be in a kimono; oh, how he loved them.

Standing there for a long moment still, Akiya glanced to make sure no one was looking, and then reached down, touching the cold cheek and sighed shakily. He pulled his hand back, wishing he could have done something. Akiya couldn't stay for much longer and remain calm, so he murmured a quiet little promise, and turned to leave, hands clenching at his sides as he burst out of the temple entrance and out into the crisp air.

On the incline of the hill, the auburn-haired boy stood still for a long moment, letting the wind have its way with him.

I'm so sorry, Shin. Had I been able to, I would have saved you from such cruelty.

I will alwayslove you.

***

[01] According to an entry in kagrra, Akiya's full name is 秋谷かずひろ[Akiya Kazuhiro] but the kanji for his first name is unknown.
[02] Yes, he's in love with Shin. XD Erm... don't hurt me?

Photograph || NaoxShin || Chapter three

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 04:57:40 GMT

Title: Photograph [Chpt. Three]
Band: Kagrra,
Chapters: 03/xx?
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Fluff-ish? Definite AU
Warnings: Male/Male pairing; hit man!Nao
Rating: PG-13 for now, might go up in later chapters.
Pariing(s): Nao x Shin (eventually), faint/platonic AkiyaxShin
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T The story/plot is all mine with credits to kuroi_kiseki because it's partly based off of our AU RP. She's also helping me out along the way with character development and what-not. ^_^
Summary: While doing his job, Nao stumbles upon a strange boy.
Comments: This is my first real AU fic and also my first multi-chaptered fic. x_x I don't know how it will be, but for now, please read and review. XD
Note: If you missed them:
Chapter one | | Chapter two

***

For hours it seemed, Shin was alone in the apartment, watching the TV screen as it flashed commercials, movies, music videos, news, and dramas. It was almost annoying and after a while, it gave him a headache. The boy shut it off and rolled over, facing the back of the couch with his body curled up so it appeared to be even smaller than it really was.

He fell asleep and dreamt of Akiya.

"Hey, Shin-chan!" that unmistakable voice of the older boy drifted up to Shin's bedroom window and he frowned. He pushed his glasses up his nose, pulling the green curtain back from the open frame and looked down to see his friend.

"Akiya-kun, what do you want?" he called back, twirling the mechanical pencil in his hand. The older boy just grinned for a minute.

"Come down! I wanna show you something!"

"I can't! I have homework to do!"

"Sucks to your homework!" Akiya called loudly, laughing.

The younger boy groaned and bit his lower lip, looking from the pile of homework to his friend. He sighed and pushed off from his desk, putting the pencil down. "The front door's open!" and he waited in his room until he heard the door open and close. Akiya's steps were loud as he bounded up the stairs, bursting into his room breathless.

"Alright Mr I-have-homework-to-do." He teased, grinning as he reached out and grabbed Shin's arm. The smaller boy squeaked and tried to get his arm back but Akiya wasn't about to let him do such a thing. He pouted, yelping when his friend roughly tugged him out of his room and down the hallway and stairs, to the front door to get their shoes and then out the door. Shin barely had enough time to lock the door before the other was hauling him down to the sidewalk.

"Akiya-kun, wait!" he cried, laughing. Akiya looked back at him and grinned, leading him down the street a ways. They passed by their high school and then a few blocks later, their junior high. "Where are we going?" the path they were taking was familiar but Shin didn't really know the final destination. He frowned, chewing on his lower lip thoughtfully.

"You'll see~" the older boy cackled, letting go of Shin's hand and running the rest of the way. Groaning, Shin took a brief moment of pause before he readjusted the position of his glasses on his nose and ran after his friend.

Shortly, they reached the playground they had always gone to when they were in the smaller grades. By now, the smaller boy was definitely confused. Why had Akiya brought him here? Frowning, he looked around for his friend and blinked when he saw him sitting on one of the swings. Tilting his head, he trailed over, hesitating before he sat on the swing next to Akiya.

"Akiya-kun... why did you bring me here? What did you want to show me?" he frowned, staring at the other expectantly. For a long moment, Akiya didn't respond. Shin began to feel uncomfortable and shifted nervously next to his best friend. When Akiya did speak up, it startled Shin.

"No reason. It seemed like a good excuse to get you outside." He smiled, though Shin could see something sad in his friend's expression. He was quiet for a while and it coaxed more from the older boy. "I... do you think we'll always be good friends like we are?" Akiya sounded troubled and the smaller one didn't like it.

"Of course, Akiya-kun. Why don't you think so?" he frowned, watching the other as Akiya sighed and rubbed his eye.

"Well, it's just that... we're getting older now, and we'll start to like different things... won't we? We'll fall apart, like everyone else does..." Shin didn't like where this was going and he reached out, patting the other's shoulder.

"Things fall apart only if you let them." and he didn't know if what he had said was particularly sophisticated or intelligent, but the other managed to really smile. It made Shin feel better and he found he wasn't as concerned as before. Akiya swung his body close to Shin's and playfully bumped their shoulders together, stopping the motion awkwardly with a grin on his lips.

"Thanks, Shin-chan. I feel better now."

"Does that mean I can go home now?"

"Are you crazy? I just got you out! No way!" They both laughed.

Waking up with a soft gasp, Shin's body was lightly covered in sweat and he wiped the back of his hand over his forehead, looking up at the clock. Barely an hour had passed by and Nao didn't tell him when he'd be back. He'd only said "Later." The boy bit his lower lip for a moment before he got up from the couch and looked around inside before he gave up. There were no other keys to the apartment.

His shoulders were absolutely throbbing in searing pain. Shin sighed and rubbed one of his shoulder blades, looking around now for a window. He didn't want to leave through the door and risk Nao's place getting broken into, but he also had to get out into a wide open space where he could stretch.

Even so, he decided to wait a little while and get more awake before hopping out of the window. One had to be prepared, after all.

Shin thought things over inside, trying to cool down. It wouldn't be good at all if he went outside when he was already perspiring. That in itself was a recipe for disaster. The boy rubbed his head and sighed, making sure everything was as it was before he stood at the window to the kitchen.

He pushed open the frame and looked outside, wondering if anyone would be spying on their neighbours. Was this that kind of community now? Where one had to spy on one's neighbours? It seemed sad that the city could have gone so wrong. Shaking these thoughts out of his head, the black haired teen leaned out, hands gripping the frame of the window as he propped his feet up on the bottom ledge. He took a deep breath and when he wasn't shaking so badly, he pushed off, falling through the frozen air to the earth below.

Shin closed his eyes for a moment, crying out in pain when wings sprouted from his back. He could hear the light tinkling of jewels knocking each other as white feathers fluttered around him and then he wasn't falling anymore. His wings caught the wind and beat against it, lifting him up into the sky until the buildings started to look a little small.

The air up here was freezing, and he shivered, wrapping his arms around himself tightly before he noticed a bare patch of whiteness and did a nose-dive straight into its heart. Shin saw that it was a park and was completely deserted. Nobody was there and he liked that. It gave him the privacy he needed to stretch his wings. When was the last time he'd actually used them? Had he even used them?

His feet touched the ground and Shin almost cowered for a long minute, shivering badly now as his wings wrapped around him protectively. Shin almost cowered on the ground and after a moment of trembling from the cold, he managed to get to his feet again and reached out, picking out old feathers that had been loosened, wincing and yelping when he accidentally pulled on feathers that were still attached.

Almost not wanting to, Shin slowly reached out for the small crystals that seemed to be grown into his wings. He ran his fingers over them, smiling a little at the pleasant noise that was produced.

Shifting, he preened the feathers of his other wing, spreading them out to check them better before he practiced hovering. He flapped his powerful limbs so he stayed roughly five feet above the ground, his back feeling warm because of the pressure and strength it took to endure it for so long. The cold was getting to him and Shin let himself drop back onto the ground. He heard something behind him and turned around quickly; frowning and drawing his wings back, grunting when they seemed to disappear seamlessly into his back.

"Who's there?" he called out, his voice shaking as he stood there trembling on the ground. He wished he could have his wings drawn out once more. At least when he had them around him he wasn't as cold. They provided him warmth and insulation. ^[01]

The figure in front of him looked very familiar and Shin kept frowning for a long moment before he realized just who it was.

"Akiya-kun." He murmured, his eyes moving from the deep brown-red hair to brown eyes, a smooth face, properly clothed body and then he saw the wings. White and bejewelled. The figure before him seemed to shake, before Akiya moved faster towards him, coming closer until they were breaths apart.

"Shin-chan... is it really you?" he remembered that voice so well! Shin closed his eyes and gave a curt nod, letting out a quiet noise when he felt arms around him, reaching into his hair and smoothing down over his shoulders. The older boy held him like that for a long time before pulling back.

"But—how? I thought you..." the red-head frowned, looking over his best friend.

"I did. It took almost ten years to wake up and get these." Shin nodded, his wings coming out of his body again. Akiya smiled almost brokenly and brushed his fingers over his feathers.

"They suit you." The other said. Shin looked up at him and frowned, biting his lower lip.

"What happened to you, Akiya-kun? You look exactly the same as you did then..." he sounded worried and his friend gave a bitter smile.

"I got hurt, Shin-chan. I was on my way to your house. I was... I was returning these." Akiya spoke quietly, and brought out the item in question. It was Shin's pair of glasses and he stared at them for a long moment. They were like lost memories, and he reached out with shaking fingers to pick them up by the frame. Akiya was speaking again.

"I... I felt bad for keeping them for so long. But you know, I just. I just couldn't let them go. They were all I had left of you." Shin felt pained, but he knew that at the time, his friend had been in far greater pain.

"You were returning them." he murmured, as if he hadn't heard the other boy say it already. It was unbelievably comforting to know that his best friend had continued to care, and had taken the chance to return something that had belonged to him. He couldn't quite explain it right, but Shin felt a strange emotion he was unfamiliar with. Akiya had tried to give back his glasses. How did that saying go? If you love someone you'll let them go. Something like that, he supposed.

As he had lost himself in thought, the taller boy had gone quiet. Shin looked up at him and bit his lower lip, reaching out tentatively to touch the black framing glass. Akiya started and looked back at him, mustering a small, flawed smile.

"You can have them back now." He said, holding them out more encouragingly for Shin to take them. The younger boy did so, his hands shaking as he slid the cold frames onto his face. Chuckling a little, he smiled awkwardly.

"Now I can see more clearly."

Akiya's smile was twisted with pain and Shin felt guilty, though he didn't know why for. His friend merely pulled him into a hug once more, choking the breath out of the smaller one. The younger boy grunted, shifting as he felt slightly uncomfortable before he relaxed and rested his chin on the other's shoulder.

"What are you doing here, Shin?" the older boy's voice drifted down to him from above and he swallowed thickly. How was he supposed to answer? He woke up in a stranger's apartment and couldn't remember how or why he was there.

More importantly, what about Akiya? Why was he here?

"I... I don't know, Akiya-kun." He said softly, looking away when his friend pulled back and he felt fingers brush over his cheeks tenderly. It felt far more friendly than the way they goofed around ages ago. It was... less platonic and in a way, it frightened Shin. He wanted to shy away; become that young boy of long ago who barely had any friends and kept to himself... he was more familiar with that, even now.

Akiya frowned at him, clearly not understanding, so Shin was forced to go on.

"I—it was weird. I can't remember much other than... well... that^[02] but after it is strange. I remember... I remember waking up, but feeling cold before that. Someone found me in an alley, I suppose. He took me back to his place; fed me, clothed me and gave me a place to sleep. I don't know what's going on. Why am I here?" he frowned, his own words managing to confuse himself more instead of give insight.

In front of him, Akiya frowned deeper. The dark creases in his brow looked threatening and Shin took a few steps back, keeping his wings shielded around himself to protect his small body from the wind.

"You don't know how you got here or why? But—that doesn't make any sense." The taller boy frowned, and Shin could have pouted.

"Can we stop talking about me?" his voice was timid and shy and Akiya knew immediately that it would be best to do so. Shin had never enjoyed talking about himself, and took any chance and opportunity to switch the subject matter to a different individual. Sighing, the taller boy nodded, offering a kind smile to his friend.

"Do you want to know why I'm here?" he asked, inwardly grinning when Shin gave a more animated expression. Eager, are we? Chuckling a little, Akiya rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I went up." He said, smiling a little crookedly as he pointed to the sky. "And I was given a few assignments to do. Now, I'm free to do as I please." He chuckled once again, shrugging and reaching over his shoulder to adjust the feathers on his wing.

"How is that possible? Does that mean I'm free too?" Shin just had to know. Was he there for a purpose? If so, would he actually find out what this purpose is or would he be kept in the dark? The black haired boy was so confused, he didn't know what to do. What if this wasn't purposeful and he was just there because he was free?

Groaning, he felt a headache coming on.

Akiya looked back to him and grinned, shaking his head.

"Nope, it just means that your first assignment is something you won't be aware of. You're being tested. Better put; because you're unaware of it, your reactions and skills will be better as judgments for how you will treat an assignment you're actually aware of. It's... like a field test without the instructor. Do you understand?" the red-head looked a little hesitant, as if he wanted to take back parts or all of what he had said so he could reword it and explain it better.

For a moment, Shin was silent, shivering as the cold seeped deep into his body. He was thinking over all of what his friend had told him, analyzing it with a critical eye. His eyes went a little hazy because of his concentration, and he wondered who his "assignment" actually was. Could it be Nao? But he seemed so nice! Izumi? ... Shin didn't have a comment for him. Izumi just seemed cold, to him at least. As if he were hiding something with his caring-but-rough exterior. It bothered him.

In front of him, Akiya leaned down a little ways so they were mostly eye-level. Shin took a few more moments before reacting, coming out of his daze with a quiet gasp. He looked up at Akiya. Did you say something?

Smiling, the red-head ruffled his hair.

"I said, 'Do you understand?'"

"Oh! Yes—I do." The shorter boy responded, smiling despite the redness in his cheeks.

Akiya looked relieved then, and Shin chuckled. The taller boy drew closer again; his hands cupping his cheeks and the smaller frame shrunk a little—as he had always done when his friend came close.

"You'll freeze, Shin-chan." Blushing slightly darker, Shin shook his head.

"I'm fine. I have to get back by now though. I'd only come out so I could—ah—stretch." He bit the side of his lower lip, worrying it between his teeth none-too-gently. Akiya didn't seem pleased with his response but didn't bother him further, and nodded as if accepting his words, and then it was left at that. The taller boy actually reached out and frowned, brushing his fingers over the other's lower lip.

"You really should stop doing that, Shin." He murmured, making the younger boy flush and turn his head awkwardly to inspect his wings again. Shin laved his tongue over his lower lip once before he let it go from the deathtrap of his teeth. He felt nervous when people touched him lightly like that—especially his face—and blushed darkly. When he looked back at Akiya again, his friend seemed hurt and he felt guilty. Stepping a little closer, he rested his head on the other's chest, taking a deep breath.

"I should probably be going back." Akiya cut in, right when Shin was about to speak up. The black haired boy looked up in surprise, feeling as if his own words had helped to cause this shift. You always ruin the good moments, don't you?

"I'm sorry." The smaller one said quietly, pulling back. He was still shivering but he tried not to think on it. "Will I see you again?" Akiya gave a small, secretive smile and nodded.

"Sooner than you think." He assured, winking before giving Shin a kiss on his cheek and slipping away, waving before he spread his wings and took off, flying away.

Left alone in the park, Shin wrapped his arms tightly around himself once again, his teeth chattering badly before he began to walk. He made his way to the entrance of the park, slowly concealing his wings once again before reaching the gate. His back felt cold, but his shoulders—felt warm and he frowned, wondering what it was. Awkwardly, he raised a hand and rubbed his finger over his shoulder blade, eyes widening in surprise.

The shirts he was leant were ruined at the back, and there was a slightly sticky liquid on his shoulders. Still walking, he brought his fingertips to his face, inspecting the deep red on them.

"What the...?" he murmured, blinking at the substance before he licked at his fingers, cleaning them and confirming his suspicions. His back was bleeding.

Mild panic began to set in and Shin made a small sound, knowing that he had to get back to Nao's apartment where it was warm and safe. He didn't know where he was, but the area seemed similar to where the kind brunette lived. Stumbling as he shivered and walked in the snow and wind, Shin coughed and sneezed, illness seeping into his body.

"N-Nao-san..." the boy murmured, his eyes closing against the cold sweeping into his face. He whimpered and froze, grunting quietly before giving in to the urge and falling to his knees, curling against the front side of a building, shuddering greatly as he wished for someone to come and save him.

Move, I—I can't...

***

[01] Yes, Shin's an idiot. He didn't think to grab a coat/jacket before leaving. *Smacks him upside the head*
[02] You won't find out what Shin is talking about for a while, maybe 2-3 chapters? I suck at making good plots last for a while. T_T
[03] If anyone thinks they have an idea as to what Akiya and Shin are, email me your guesses. I suppose it's quite obvious but whatever. I was never good at suspense, either. T_T
[04] NO he's not dead.

Photograph || NaoxShin || Chapter two

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 04:54:26 GMT

Title: Photograph [Chpt. Two]
Band: Kagrra,
Chapters: 02/xx?
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Fluff-ish? Definite AU
Warnings: Male/Male pairing; hit man!Nao
Rating: PG-13 for now, might go up in later chapters.
Pariing(s): Nao x Shin (eventually), faint/platonic AkiyaxShin
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T The story/plot is all mine with credits to kuroi_kiseki because it's partly based off of our AU RP.
Summary: While doing his job, Nao stumbles upon a strange boy.
Comments: This is my first real AU fic and also my first multi-chaptered fic. x_x I don't know how it will be, but for now, please read and review. XD
Chapter one

***

Bright light shone in his eyes, coaxing Shin to roll over. He felt surprisingly warm and unfortunately, the boy's eyes opened. Shin looked down at himself, remembering what had happened the night before. He couldn't remember what his purpose there was, but he could remember what he was.

The boy suddenly sat up, groaning and rubbing his temple. Of all things, he knew he couldn't let Nao find out who he was. A ghost from the forgotten past.

Despite knowing this, Shin knew that he had to find things out on his own. For his own closure, the boy had to know what had happened. Even afterwards, he had seen nothing and heard little, but the identities of who had committed the acts were still unknown to him.

He knew he would never be able to forgive whoever had been involved. If he ever found out.

Sighing, Shin raised his hands, rubbing at his tired, sore eyes. Emotions raged inside of him; a tornado of hurt. He looked to the hallway and noticed that Nao's bedroom door was still open. Part of him was disappointed that he had already showered the night before. He wanted to believe that the warmth of the water would help to soothe his aching heart.

Trying to ignore the pain, he sighed once more and pushed the blankets off of him, crawling to his feet. He stretched and yawned, rubbing his sore shoulders. His back was aching but there was nothing he could do just yet. He would need a secluded area to stretch properly.

The boy passed by Nao's bedroom, not bothering to look inside as he moved to the bathroom, lightly fingering the scar along his jaw idly as he pushed the door open a little more. Inside the bathroom, Nao whirled around, clad in his boxer shorts, a toothbrush in his mouth. He blinked and stared at Shin in silent surprise. The smaller figure yelped and turned around, putting a hand over his mouth.

"I'm sorry!! I didn't know you were up!" he immediately apologized, his cheeks red as cherries. The black haired boy swallowed thickly and made to leave, thoroughly embarrassed at his blunder. Behind him, he could hear Nao chuckle, finish brushing his teeth and spit out the toothpaste. The tap ran for a moment and then an arm fell on his shoulder, making him jump a little.

"Don't worry about it. This is your home too, until we can find your family." The brunette man smiled. Shin frowned. Family? How was he going to explain that he didn't have a home or family? Gnawing on his lower lip, he slowly turned, looking up at Nao sheepishly.

"I... don't have one." He said quietly, ducking his head and slipping past Nao to go to the sink, splashing water on his face. When he stood back up, water dripping from his skin, Nao looked surprised, and clearly not about to let him get by again.

"Then you'll stay here." Was all he heard, before Nao slid an arm around his shoulders and brought him out into the living room. "I know this isn't the most hospitable of residences, but it should be good. It's a little small for two people, but that's fine." The brunette smiled again, wider and showing his teeth. Shin stared at him and flushed a little darker. After a moment, he nodded, a quiet noise of understanding making its way from the back of his throat.

A little confused, the boy didn't really know why Nao was being so kind to him. He was after all, a stranger. Deciding not to think about it, Shin just accepted it, glad that he had a place to stay. He didn't really know how cold it was outside, but if the brunette was so hesitant to have him out there, if must have been pretty bad.

Nao had retreated back to his bedroom, pulling on a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a large button-up dress shirt. He was looking for something for Shin to wear when someone knocked on the door.

"It's open!" The brunette called out loudly and heard the door open. He held an old pair of jeans, a shirt that was too small for him now, and a large sweater, bringing them out into the living room and holding them out for Shin.

"Good morning to you too, Elegance." The second guest greeted, and Nao could hear the grin in his voice. He turned around.

"Izumi? What are you doing here?" he asked, frowning as he looked from the other man to the boy. Izumi was a researcher in the syndicate; he looked up practically everything to do with their clients and who they were related to. There was a shopping bag in his hand and Nao knew what was in it.

"Well, I brought you something to eat and to give you your next assignment." The man responded, pushing back his blue-dyed bangs from his eyes. Nao frowned.

"But I just dealt with one last night!" he whined, sighing in exasperation. The shorter of the men shrugged and set the bag onto the coffee table, staring at the boy sitting on the couch.

When Izumi had entered the apartment, Shin had gone silent, sitting on the couch tensely, his body proper and hands clasped tightly on his knees. He didn't know if he was allowed to say anything or if he was even supposed to be there when they were talking. In his mind, he almost saw it as rude.

Nao caught Izumi's gaze and followed it to the boy, pondering for a moment on how he would explain the kid's presence in his apartment.

"I found him last night in the alley. He was covered in snow and if I had left him there he would have died." He said, defending himself from judgement. Shin, on the other hand, seemed to get even more tense, and Nao felt a little bad about that. The kid was so polite. It was almost frightening.

The researcher frowned for a long moment, before it died away and he sighed, motioning for them to leave to another room. Seeing the hand motions and the shadows move down the hallway and into a far room, Shin curled up on the couch, burying his face into his legs. Even now you're in the way.

In the far-off room, Izumi turned to Nao and ran his hand through his hair, sighing heavily.

"Why did you bring him here? You know the syndicate takes care of all of our security here. The kid'll only get messed up into it." He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"I know!" Nao frowned. "I know, and I don't want him to get mixed in with it but I couldn't just leave him there! You know as well as I do how badly the orphanages are run." He almost pouted and the researcher looked up just in time to catch it. Still, Izumi didn't quite understand. He shook his head and rubbed at his face with both hands.

"This is your problem, Nao. You have to deal with him and if you don't want him to get messed up with this, then make sure he gets a different place to stay. You can't keep him here."

Nao knew Izumi was right, but he seriously didn't want to admit it. He folded his arms over his chest and rubbed the one arm thoughtfully, deep in thought. Now that I think of it, it really was stupid of me to take him home with me... but what does he expect me to do? Leave someone young like Shin out on the streets? He has so much potential! If he just dies, his life is all gone to waste. You know I can't live with something like that, Izumi. I can't kill. I aim to miss. Though he honestly didn't want to give the boy up—he liked the presence of another in his home—he knew he would have no other choice.

"I'll look for places." He muttered, before leaving the room and going into his own bedroom for a little while, trying to clear his head while Izumi also left the back room and went to the kitchen, picking up the bag of food on his way. It didn't take very long and soon, the researcher was carrying a steaming bowl of yakisoba over to Shin.

The taller man frowned at the boy, felt a little guilty that he was so quiet, and sat down on the coffee table in front of him, tilting his head to try and catch his gaze. Shin seemed intent to ignore him but Izumi wasn't so easily deterred. He reached out and patted the kid's shoulder.

"Hey, kid." He called, smiling a little when Shin looked up at him. "Hey, here you go. You should eat something; you look really frail!"

Swallowing thickly, the boy shook his head and rested his chin on his knees again, mumbling something. I'm not hungry. Mentally groaning, Izumi clasped his hands together, elbows on his knees and looked straight at Shin.

"Listen kid, Nao's got a really messed up life and he has things he needs to do all day long. If you don't eat and collapse later on from exhaustion, it may be at an inconvenient time. It's better you eat now so you won't be a bother later on." Maybe he was being a bit harsh, but sometimes Izumi just had to be that way. Yes, he was motherly, but he was also a bit harder than that. More like a father, really. Tough love.

The boy shrunk away into the corner of the couch and whimpered. Izumi groaned and rubbed his face again. Geeze... He sighed and shook his head, taking up the bowl of noodles and placing it in the kid's palms, a set of chopsticks following. Shin merely sat there, staring dumbly into the bowl for a long moment before he slowly began to eat.

Nao finally re-emerged from his bedroom and came into the living room, frowning at how quiet it was. He watched Shin eat in silence, his body somehow looking smaller than he recalled, and then looked to Izumi for answers. The researcher shrugged, shaking his head some and the brunette pursed his lips, looking back to the boy. He waited until Shin had eaten his fill before moving close in front of him and taking the dirty dishes from his fingers.

"Hey, Shin-kun, don't look so down." He murmured, not liking how beaten up he seemed. What on earth did Izumi say to him? The boy almost flinched away from him and he felt worried, before pushing the emotions aside. "Since you're done eating now, you can get dressed, okay? Just go back into the bathroom and don't worry about the couch or the pyjamas you borrowed; I'll take care of them." smiling, the brunette attempted to be more hospitable but still, all he got was a nod and barely audible "Okay".

Pulling back, the boy got to his feet and picked up the pile of clothes, cradling them close to his chest as if they were precious. He disappeared into the bathroom and the door clicked closed. Nao sighed and shook his head, moving back into the kitchen to sit at the counter, placing the dirty dishes nearby.

"He's not much of a talker, is he?" Izumi's voice shocked him a little, but the brunette nodded, frowning at the marble. "Here." The researcher set a hot bowl of noodles in front of him and Nao smiled up at him in thanks before picking up his chopsticks and digging in eagerly. He was quite hungry.

"I can't believe you slept until so late in the day." The older man commented, smiling slightly. Nao looked at him surprised. Was it that late already? Izumi chuckled and nodded. "It's passed noon." Raising an eyebrow, the brunette shifted on the stool to see the clock. Oh. So it was.

"Well, it was a really weird night last night." The brunette sighed once again, a hand moving through his hair as he continued to eat. "Do you want some?" he asked, his maternal instincts shining through. Izumi smiled politely and shook his head.

"Nah, the rest is for you and your little guest until he's gone." The black-haired one assured with a single nod.

Making a noise in response, Nao finished eating his brunch and pushed the dishes away, turning around just as Shin came out of the bathroom. He had to admit, the boy looked damn adorable in the borrowed clothes. His eyes looked over the small body innocently enough, checking to make sure it wasn't too loose of a fit and yet also to take in how small Shin really was. He looked under-fed and very fragile. Part of him was glad that he could stay with him for a little while longer. If it meant Shin would become better-fed, Nao was sure to feed him proper.

Shin flushed under the scrutiny and bit his lower lip, slowly moving from the doorway of the bathroom and into the living room. Despite what Nao had told him, he folded up the clothes he'd worn through the night and straightened out his bed, folding the blankets and placing them along with his pyjamas beneath the couch. He got back to his feet and rubbed idly over the bared skin of his collar bone and the side of his neck.

"Hey~ are you okay?" Nao frowned, watching the kid as he nodded sharply, smoothed out his clothes and then sat back down on the couch. He was even more concerned now because he was speaking very little. Deciding not to press the younger male, he turned back to Izumi expectantly. "You said you had an assignment for me?"

"Ah, yeah, I do." Izumi seemed to flush a little, and he pulled out a sheet of paper from his back pocket. "This guy isn't as bad as the one you had yesterday, but still. The boss wants him to pay up. You'll need to negotiate with him a lot more than usual, I think." Listening to the shorter man, Nao nodded, tapping his lips thoughtfully.

"Seems to be in quite a bit of trouble though, wouldn't you say?" he commented almost idly, looking over the information on the sheet. The brunette heard his friend chuckle and he almost grinned before looking up once again, setting the paper down on the marble. "So, are we going out together for this, or are you just playing messenger-boy?" smirking a little now, Nao choked slightly on his laughter when Izumi gave an indignant huff.

"I am not here simply to play "messenger-boy". I am going out with you but not because I want to. The boss wants me to get out more and blah, blah, blah." The shorter man crossed his arms over his chest, making the brunette laugh.

"Then I'll go and tell Shin he has to stay inside." The brunette nodded and slipped past Izumi into the living room. In the kitchen still, Izumi shook his head. I think you're making a big mistake, Elegance.

In the living room, Nao was shocked to see that the boy barely seemed to have moved at all. He bit his lower lip and frowned, moving further in until he was in front of Shin. Reaching down, he tapped on his shoulder.

"Hey, Shin-kun," he called, waiting until the kid raised his head. Finally, Nao saw obsidian eyes and relaxed. "I have to go out with Izumi for a while. You should stay inside because it's too cold outside. You can watch TV or borrow my computer if you'd like. There's leftover everything in the fridge." He nodded, giving the kid an encouraging smile.

All Nao received was a nod, and Shin returned his chin to his knees, thinking in deep silence. He could feel the taller male's eyes on him and it made him uneasy. Things stayed like that for a moment more before the man left and brought out his laptop and DVDs from his bedroom, making room for them on the coffee table before putting it all down.

There weren't any important files or whatever on his laptop, so Nao didn't feel so bad with leaving it for the kid to amuse himself with. Hopefully, he wouldn't have an assignment to work on tomorrow and he'd be able to do more for Shin. It bugged him that Izumi was getting on his case about him and he wanted to get rid of the "problem" before his friend really got annoying.

When everything useful was in the living room by Shin, Nao left to the kitchen to drag Izumi out to the front door. "Okay, we're going Shin. Stay inside." He warned, not only saying so because it was freezing outside, but also because there were untrustworthy people in the building and he could be risking a lot just by walking down the hallway on his own.

Ignoring those throbbing issues, Nao shook his head and pulled the door open, Izumi and him both done up in the proper winter attire. They disappeared through the door and Shin heard the key locking it, before their footsteps faded down the hallway.

Being suddenly alone made Shin feel even more uncomfortable and he reached out, turning on the TV just so the deafening silence wouldn't drive him mad. Even with the noise, he still found himself thinking back on his life. He missed his best friend, Akiya. They had been like brothers before it happened. The other had always been around and they spent a lot of time together. Akiya was almost an opposite to Shin; was louder, more outgoing and free to showing his emotions. It had been weird to be friends with him for the first while, but then Shin got accustomed to it and the way he was looked after by him.

With a heavy sigh, Shin turned dull eyes to the TV screen, watching the news report with disinterest. Akiya had always been there for him, but now it was impossible.

Akiya... am I safe anymore?

***

Chapter three

Photograph || NaoxShin || Chapter one

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 04:52:06 GMT

Title: Photograph [Chpt. One]
Band: Kagrra,
Chapters: 01/xx?
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Fluff-ish? Definite AU
Warnings: Male/Male pairing; hit man!Nao
Rating: PG-13 for now, might go up in later chapters.
Pairing: Nao x Shin
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T The story/plot is all mine with credits to kuroi_kiseki because it's partly based off of our AU RP.
Summary: While doing his job, Nao stumbles upon a strange boy.
Comments: This is my first real AU fic and also my first multi-chaptered fic. x_x I don't know how it will be, but for now, please read and review. XD

***

A piercing, hawk-like shriek broke the moderate silence of the run-down street. At the corner, a body fell into the thin layer of snow, white feathers falling around it. Further down, a tall brown-haired man was "negotiating" with another. He held a gun to the client's head.

"Your payment was 50,000¥, not 10,000¥." His voice was harsh and merciless. The trigger wasn't pulled and the gun-bearer threw the client to the ground. The snivelling man promised to get the money; coughing up his life story that the taller male didn't care about. Dead men couldn't pay up.

Nao rose to his full height above the whelp and kicked him violently before watching him scurry and limp away. Lighting a cigarette, he went to leave the alleyway, puffing on the cancer stick. Upon reaching the entrance, he saw a young boy lying in a pile of snow. One of the brunette's eyebrows rose and he leaned down, frowning at the strange face.

Thinking for a long moment, Nao finally reached out, brushing the fresh snow from the boy's form and realized that the boy would die out there. He wasn't wearing much—a wife beater and a pair of baggy jeans. Since the boy appeared to be sleeping, Nao panicked and picked him up, grunting quietly under the slight weight.

His car was close and the man hurried over, opening the passenger door and setting his "prize"^[01] down on the seat. For a moment, he stared at the boy, frowning. Something about him seemed very familiar.

Nao shook it off and buckled up the little figure, noticing the pallor of his skin, brushing the black, choppy strands of hair from his face. Now that he could see his face more clearly, the boy looked even more familiar. Mentally groaning, Nao pulled back and closed the door, making his way over to the driver's side. He climbed in, fastened his seatbelt and took off. Fortunately, the car had been left running and was toasty warm, already starting the job of thawing the youth.

Because his guest was frozen, he turned the heat up all the way and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, watching where he was going as he drove back to his place. Thankfully, the drive didn't last for long, and when the complex came into view, the brunette's lips twisted into a smile. He parked in the underground parkade and shut off the engine, turning to look at the boy.

What is it with you, kid? You should know better than to be out in the middle of winter in just this—a tank and jeans. Tch. Kids. The brunette rolled is eyes a little and sighed, still looking at the boy. He couldn't have just left him on the street... Not when he looked so young and innocent; helpless against the biting cold. As much as his occupation called for merciless cold attitudes and lack of care for others... deep down, Nao was still a human and sometimes did "good deeds"; as if to make some sort of balance with all the "bad deeds" he committed constantly.

He seemed better off now though, and the brunette felt relieved about that. Sighing a little, Nao unbuckled his seatbelt and reached over to do the same. Grunting quietly, he climbed out of the car and walked around it to the passenger side, pulling open the door and picking up the small body once more.

Hm. He's not as cold anymore, either.

Holding the boy in his arms, Nao kicked the door closed and walked through the parkade to the lobby. He stared down in the kid's face.

The lobby was warmer and Nao smiled a little, readjusting his hold on the thin frame as he carried him into the elevator. Once inside, he set the boy down and held him by his shoulders, taking a break from holding him in his arms. Humming, the brunette waited until he reached his floor and when the doors slid open, he crouched down and lifted up the small body again. Nao carried the boy out into the hallway and smiled upon seeing familiar but not wholly welcome faces.

It was a frequent group of miscreants; gangsters, whores and other criminals. A woman, scantily clad, giggled and cooed at him.

"Hey there, Elegance. Wanna drop that cute little thing over by my place sometime?" she laughed, moving closer as if given permission to touch him. Sneering a little, Nao shook his head and held the boy closer to himself, his hold getting tighter.

"Sorry, but no. This one is mine." He said, giving the woman a false smile as he slipped through the group and ignored the whines and cooes at his back as he held the boy, finding his key to let them both inside. The door closed behind them both and Nao just sighed, relieved that he was now away from those in the hallway. With someone like the boy he'd found, he wouldn't like to leave him with those people. He couldn't handle being responsible for the death of someone so innocent-looking.

Shoes were removed and he carried the kid into his living room, laying him out on the couch there before going into his room to take out some bed things. Pillows under both arms and blankets over his shoulders, Nao returned to the living room and paused. The futon was more comfortable... But why should a stranger get to sleep on his bed?

Groaning and looking displeased, Nao tossed the items onto the floor and went into the kitchen, heating up some leftover rice and tofu to give to the kid. He came back with steaming bowls and a pair of chopsticks in his hand. Sitting on the coffee table, he set these down beside him and leaned forwards, lightly nudging the kid.

"Hey." He got no response. "Hey, kid." Frowning, Nao shook him more, lightly patting his cheek. "Hey, kid! Get up!" he shouted, feeling slightly irritated. Obsidian eyes flew open and the boy squeaked, pulling back and curling up into a tiny ball, away from Nao. The brunette backed off and waved his hands.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you." He reassured, frowning at the small body. The black haired boy was trembling and he picked up a blanket, offering it to the kid. "Here, you're freezing. Do you know your name or where you are?" he asked, relieved when the boy took the blanket and wrapped himself up in it.

"My name is Shin, but I don't know where this is. Who are you?" Black hair shook and Nao frowned, picking up the other blanket and draping it over his body. He also handed him the dishes of hot food.

"Eat, it'll warm you up." He smiled, forcing himself to do so before he put the pillows on the couch by Shin's side. The boy nodded and took the dishes, making a small sound at the heat before he began to eat. Nao watched him for a long moment, before he finally went back into the kitchen and prepared some tea for him. He brought it back and held it out for Shin to take.

"I'm Nao, by the way." He said, finally answering the black-haired one's question. Shin looked up at him, almost surprised before it faded into a grateful smile. "You're in western Tokyo; the bad part." He explained. "I saw you in the snow and took you back to my place. You were frozen so I heated up some food for you. Oh, here's some tea as well. Please drink it and when you're done, you can take a shower if you'd like." For the first time, Nao felt himself blushing a little, slightly nervous of whether or not the boy would take his offer and drink.^[02]

It was a few minutes until Shin did, but when half of his rice and all his tofu was eaten, he reached out and sipped the tea, his eyes fluttering. The brunette sighed and felt a weight lifted off of him. Shin seemed very hesitant about things right now, and Nao couldn't blame him. He was in an unknown part of the city and with a strange, older man who had saved his life. For all Shin knew, Nao could be plotting his death.

Lost in his thoughts, the brunette didn't notice Shin had placed the dishes on the coffee table; all rice, tofu and tea consumed. The boy spoke up.

"I would like to shower, if that's alright." He said quietly, sounding insecure. Nao offered a reassuring smile and nodded, leading the small boy into the bathroom, showing him how to turn on the shower and after giving him necessary over-night toiletries—toothbrush, disposable razor, change of clothes—and a towel, he left.

Alone in the bathroom, Shin closed the door and stripped, folding his small pile of clothes and putting them on the counter. For a moment, he stared into the mirror, eyes gazing at the scars on the underside of his jaw, one vertically placed on the right side of his chest, and another further down, a circle above where his stomach was. In the silence, he was transported back to that time, and saw everything; like he was living it all once more.

Smiling, the graduated high school student left the park grounds, making his way home. It took a few minutes before he reached the house, but when he got to the front door he noticed something out of place.

The front door was kicked open and it was dark inside. Swallowing thickly, the boy pushed the door open more, peering around it before gasping and meaning to scream. Someone roughly pulled him inside and closed the door, hand clasped over his mouth so tight he could scarcely breathe.

Panic and fear pulsed through him like poison.

Trembling and sobbing quietly, Shin wrapped his arms firmly around himself, backing away from the mirror as he moved over to the shower and stepped in, his shoulders aching. The black haired boy closed his eyes and stood under the hot spray of water, surprised to see an American styled shower.^[03] After a moment of pause, he started to clean himself and then climbed out about a half hour later, dressed in the clothes Nao had left for him.

While Shin had been showering, the brunette had set up where he would be sleeping. The boy was going to be on the couch, and the man thought it looked comfortable enough. There were your conventional bed-things—the pillows and blankets he'd pulled from the closet in his bedroom—and he hoped Shin would find it good enough. If not, tough luck and he could find a bed elsewhere.

Nao looked up when his guest returned from the shower, and he admitted in the back of his mind that he looked quite adorable in the matching pyjama bottoms and button-up top. He almost wanted to reach out and pull up the falling shoulder, but let it be, mentally berating himself for such foolish thoughts, and motioned for Shin to lay down.

"It's too late for me to do anything for you, but come tomorrow morning I can help you find another place to stay or something." He nodded, watching as the boy bit his lower lip and curled up on the couch, pulling the blankets up over himself. Obsidian eyes stared up at him, and Nao began to realize just how innocent the boy really appeared.

Shaking his head, he simply smiled and left the boy in the living room, pausing at the doorway to his bedroom. He looked back at Shin and he imagined he could see his eyes staring back at him.

"I'm just in here if you need anything." He discerned a nod in the grey of the living room and when he was satisfied, he disappeared into his room, changing into boxers and a t-shirt before he crawled into his futon and laid down to sleep.

It had been such a strange night.

***

[01] Shin is referred to as a prize here because instead of getting the money from the client, Nao finds him in the snow. It's actually a rather bitter way, in Nao's POV. XD
[02] I realize this may sound off... but, I actually blush when I'm nervous. It depends on the situation, but if I'm expected to answer something and I don't know the answer, I get nervous and blush. ^^;;;
[03] Some people may not know this, but Japan's showers are actually different from those in North America. It's hard for me to explain, but it's just a hand-held nozzle and a knob-thing to regulate the temperature. Usually, actually always I think, there is a stool that you sit on and just wash yourself while you sit on it. It's kinda cute. XD
[04] Nao is kind of soft even though he's supposed to be a hitman because of a small series of events in his young life. It will largely come into play later on. ^_^

Chapter two

Green || Akiya/Shin || Oneshot

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 04:48:35 GMT

Title: Green
Season//Theme: Spring//02. Smell
Band: Kagrra,
Chapters: 01/01
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Fluff?
Warnings: Male/Male pairing; cuteness
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Akiya x Shin
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T
Summary: Apparently, Shin smells like the colour green. Since when do colours have an associating scent? Akiya attempts to convince him.
Comments: This was for 4seasons_fics and I actually kind of like how it turned out... o.o
Note: NOT beta-ed.

***

"You smell like the colour green."

Shin jumped, squeaking, and turned around, glaring at Akiya. He lightly smacked his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Don't sneak up on me like that! And that's not even possible. How can a colour have a scent?" the smaller guitarist asked, clearly annoyed.

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me~?" Akiya grinned, snuggling Shin from behind at the closet door. The man in his grasp protested and squirmed out of his arms, retreating to the bathroom for privacy.

"Stop it, Akki. A colour can't have a scent to go with it. It just... can't!" he sighed, shaking his head as he stripped, peeling off his clothes and turning on the shower. His boyfriend stood at the door, arms crossed and looking amused.

"Of course it can. And you smell like the colour green." He said, as if it were fact, and as soon as the smaller man shook his head and disappeared behind the shower door, he stripped of his clothes as well and joined him. Arms slid around Shin's waist and he sighed, leaning back.

"Yes~?"

"You do smell like the colour green. Like spring, almost." Lips pressed to Shin's neck and he let out a small noise, closing his eyes.

"Then how do I smell?" he asked, sounding a little tired. Akiya smiled and nuzzled his skin before replying.

"Well... you smell like the grass. Like the air after it rains. Sometimes you almost smell like mint, and others you just smell like limes or lemons." He shrugged, and Shin chuckled a little. "It doesn't really matter, but just combining all of those together... it seems like what the colour green would smell like. When I can smell your skin after you've showered, I think of drinking a glass of lemonade in the park, after it was just cut and rained." He smiled against his skin and slowly, the smaller male in his grasp began to as well.

"I didn't think of it like that." he said, frowning. "I was thinking you meant it as an insult."

"Shin-chan! I'm insulted!" Akiya laughed, cuddling Shin and kissing his neck again.

"Right. Mr My-boyfriend-smells-like-the-colour-green."

"You be careful or else I will mean it as an insult."

"... can I get clean now?" Shin bit his lip, trying to divert away from the original topic. Akiya chuckled and nodded, shrugging and letting him go.

"Be my guest~"

The smaller man looked up at his lover and frowned, then glanced around the shower. When he couldn't find his shampoo or his body wash, he looked back up at Akiya. Who was grinning like a fool.

"Akki... where did all my shampoo and body wash go?"

The taller male was advancing on him, and Shin backed up a little, the hot steamy atmosphere of the shower making him feel slightly... edgy.

"I hid them. I don't want you to get clean yet. I haven't gotten you dirty enough."

***

Sniff, Sneeze, and Cough || Akiya/Nao/Shin || Oneshot

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 04:46:28 GMT

Title: Sniff, Sneeze, and Cough
Season//Theme: Spring//Choice [Allergies]
Band: Kagrra,
Chapters: 01/01
Author: _yoki
Genre: Fluff?
Warnings: Male/Male/Male pairing; cuteness
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Akiya x Nao x Shin
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T
Summary: It was a little nippy out, but Shin wasn't paying attention to that.
Comments: First of all, this was for 4seasons_fics I hope it fills the prompt x_x
Note: NOT beta-ed.

***

Frustrated, Shin tossed while lying in bed. It was another terrible morning and he was not looking forward to it at all. With a heaving sigh, he got to his feet and crawled out of his futon, shivering from the cold in his boxer-and-t-shirt clad body.

He was alone in the apartment and that was odd. He wasn't bothered by it though, but it did unnerve him slightly. His lover's weren't there and he felt lonely when that happened.

The guitarist tiredly scratched at his flat tummy and padded softly through to the living room, squinting at the bright light filtering through the open blinds. Upon the kitchen table a note was waiting for him, and his favourite breakfast pastry.

Shin smiled and picked up his glasses from the table and put them on, reading the adorable note signed by both of his lovers.

Shin-chan,

We went out to get you some allergy medicine because it's that time of season again! Besides that you're out, and we need more food.

Stay in bed and enjoy your pastry!

Love~ from Naoki and Akki

It wasn't that cute, but it still made Shin's heart flip and flop over itself in his chest.

Picking up the pastry and a mug of coffee—they mustn't have left long ago because it was still hot—and then stepped over to the balcony. For a long moment, he looked outside, before he sighed and—against his better judgement—pulled open the door and curled up on the little chair, watching the city come to life.

It was a little nippy out, but Shin wasn't paying attention to that because almost immediately, the guitarist began to sniffle. He scrunched up his face and sighed, sipping at his coffee and nibbling on the pastry, stubbornly remaining outside to enjoy the spring morning.

The longer he stayed outside, the more irritated his nose got, and the redder and runnier it became. He whined a little and rubbed at it, sneezing and coughing a little while longer afterwards. Groaning, Shin had to put down his half finished pastry and empty coffee, putting a hand on his chest as he had a lengthy cough and sneeze fit.

When he was done, his eyes were getting puffy and red and he knew it was time to give in and retreat back to his apartment.

Before he even got to his feet, the door slid open and out marched Nao. With a mildly irritated look on his face, he leaned over the guitarist and lifted him up into his arms, carrying him back inside with little protest from his package.

Akiya got the mug and pastry and closed the door behind him, frowning at Shin.

"Shin-chan! You should have stayed inside without your allergy medicine." The guitarist scolded, and the raven-haired man pouted, but didn't get the chance to protest.

Nao set him down finally in his futon and curled up at his side, kissing his neck slowly. He held out two little pills for him and Shin sighed quietly, taking them into his own hand and then looked up when Akiya presented him with a glass of water. Smiling a little, Shin took the pills and swallowed them with the water, eyes still red and puffy and his nose just as red. He sniffled more and sneezed again, groaning before curling up and pulling the sheets over him again.

Of course, Akiya and Nao were right at his sides, lightly petting his hair and comforting him while the medicine kicked in to do its job.

It was only in the spring time that he hated to go outside. He loved spring, but would take any other, more unpleasant season over it, just for the sake of enjoying being outside. Shin couldn't do that in the spring time, and it was a real drawback because Akiya and Nao loved spring.

"One of these days, I'll be able to make it up to you guys." He sighed, feeling just a little guilty.

"Nonsense." Nao grinned, and Akiya smirked.

"You can start right now."

***

Crap, crap, and more crap. T_T I fail. *Goes back to writing smut as soon as these prompts are all filled*

Mine || Akiya/Nao/Shin, Akiya/Shin || Oneshot

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 04:44:26 GMT

Title: Mine
Season//Theme: Spring//Petal
Band: Kagrra,
Chapters: 01/01
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Fluff?
Warnings: Male/Male(/Male) pairing; cuteness
Rating: PG-13
Pariing(s): Akiya x Shin, Akiya x Nao x Shin
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T
Summary: Shin got tired of waiting.
Comments: First of all, this was for 4seasons_fics I hope it fills the prompt x_x
Note: NOT beta-ed.

***

Shin was laying in his futon on his side, eyes slightly closed. He was lightly dozing, his body twisted amongst the sheets, his t-shirt and shorts in disarray. Akiya was supposed to have been back a while ago, but the smaller man got too frustrated waiting up for him so he just went to take a nap.

Ironically, only a few minutes after Shin had gone to lay down Akiya came back, wondering when their third lover would be back from his interview. The guitarist came into the bedroom and smiled at Shin, crawling into the futon in front of him, gently untangling him to try and not wake him.

The smaller male stirred, but continued to sleep. Akiya felt encouraged, and he smiled, curling closer to lightly brush his fingers over Shin's cheek, down along his jaw and the smooth column of his throat. He rested his fingertips over the other's collar bone, smiling down at him tenderly.

There were many differences among all three of them, even though a lot of the time they seemed to be very similar. Nao always goofed off, making jokes and being playful. Akiya was the same, to a degree. He laughed more and made less jokes but was easier to let loose and have fun than their little lover. Shin was quiet—had always been quiet—and harder to break out of his shell. Even after being together for months with two very open, very sexual lovers, Shin was still inverted.

Sighing softly, Akiya pressed closer, lingering his lips on the slumbering man's skin as he smiled. He felt Shin shift again, waking up this time, and the smaller guitarist made a small sound, blinking and stretching. Akiya smiled down at his cuteness and kissed his jaw line, his fingers still lightly touching his neck and collar bones.

"I know Nao-chan always refers to your skin as the kimono fabric... but it's always been like a rose petal to me." Akiya murmured, laughing softly against Shin's skin. The black-haired guitarist flushed a little, smiling slowly at the other's affectionate words.

"You're fragile, but it feels so smooth and calming. All I have to do is brush my hands over your skin and you tremble." The other mused, smirking as Shin did just as he said. Akiya pulled him closer and nuzzled against him, arms around his waist; hands under his shirt, resting on his back.

"You're just as sensitive, too. Adorable."

Akiya brought one hand back to Shin's face and lightly touched his cheek and he smiled a little. He looked down at the guitarist and silently mused over how much he loved the texture of his skin; said it was like a rose petal. Soft but fragile.

***

Okay... it sucked, I know. x_x T_T

I really will go back to smut. It's so much easier. *Whimpers*

Warmth || Nao/Shin || Oneshot

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 04:42:27 GMT

Title: Warmth
Season//Theme: Spring//温泉
Band: Kagrra,
Chapters: 01/01
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Fluff?
Warnings: Male/Male pairing; cuteness
Rating: PG-13
Pariing(s): Nao x Shin
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T
Summary: There was still snow, and Shin knew his lover needed some kind of a break from the white flakes.
Comments: First of all, this was for 4seasons_fics and I am rather confident that this fic fills the prompt ^_^ I hope the cuteness gets across. x_x
Note: NOT beta-ed.

***

For a long moment Nao just stared at his black-haired lover, an address held in his palm on a sticky-note, looking effectively confused. The guitarist looked quite serious and he wondered if Shin was even capable of lying with a straight face. With how expectantly he looked at him, he suggested it was true.

"Don't make me tell you again, Nao. We're going to an onsen for the weekend. Pack." Shin instructed, almost harshly, as he turned and picked up his own small bag and set it at the front door. He returned to their bedroom and looked at Nao, arms crossed over his yukata-clothed chest.

"Well? Do you want me to cancel?" he asked, frowning. Shin had noticed that Nao was getting a little bit depressed with how long the winter season was dragging on, and that he desperately wanted to see the sakura petals again. He sighed and shook his head. Nao relied on spring and summer so much; it was part of his personality.

Snow meant cold, dark and death. It was a polar opposite from his lover's personality and Shin felt terrible because he could do nothing about it. Nao didn't even really enjoy when Shin's birthday was, because Fall was the coming of death.

Sometimes, Shin wished he could control nature and bend her to his will.

Lost in his thoughts, the guitarist didn't hear his lover as he packed quickly and set his things beside his own. Nao touched his shoulder and Shin looked up, blinking. His lover smiled, took his hand, and lead him down to the car.

Shin smiled a little and when everything was in the car, he retreated back into his thoughts once more. The guitarist made a small sound, a frown crossing over his features as he slowly dozed off.

Nao needs this... he needs this escape from the snow and the cold...

***

Gentle words came to Shin as he woke up slowly, his eyes fluttering. The guitarist made a small sound and shifted, waking up fully as he turned his head to the side and looked at his lover, sleepy. Nao smiled and squeezed his shoulder in silent thanks.

They got out of the car and brought their things with them to the entrance to the onsen. Shin had made sure he had selected a traditional, out-door onsen, and knew that despite the snow, his lover would enjoy it. The warmth of the baths would relax his lover, and make him less tense and frustrated.

After they got their room and had settled in, Shin suggested they go soak in the baths for a while. Then, they could go back to their room and take a nap before going out for dinner. Nao really liked that idea and smiled widely, nodding as he took his lover to the change rooms a little ways down the hall from where their room was.

Shin had chosen a good weekend, and an excellent onsen, because there were very few others there, so he had no shame in the change room when he stripped and went to the showers to clean himself. Nao admired him quietly and slowly followed after him, taking the shower head next to him to clean himself as well.

Finished, Shin took a step forwards, yelping softly when Nao grabbed his hand and tugged him backwards, into his arms. Shin felt lips on the shell of his ear and he shivered a little.

"Thank you, Shin-chan." He said softly, giving the little man a loving squeeze before he released him save for his hand and lead him out into the crisp air to the baths. Shin moved into the water slowly, shuddering at the glorious warmth. The air was cold, and there was only a little wind, but it was cold enough to make both the bassist and guitarist feel the need to hide in the water up to their necks.

Shin rested against the edge, his head tipped back a little. He was breathing slowly, calmly, and looked at his lover sleepily, smiling as the bassist waded closer. Nao moved in close against the smaller male's side and rested his head on his shoulder. Shin's smile slowly widened and he let out a very content noise. He raised a hand and lightly threaded his fingers through Nao's brunette locks.

"Anything for you, Elegance." He said softly, using a simple nickname he had chosen for his lover. Nao exuded elegance in so much of what he did, even though most of it was jokes. The bassist grinned and kissed Shin's cheek.

"Thank you, Strawberry. I really needed this."

***

Like a Kimono || Nao/Shin || Oneshot

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 04:39:53 GMT

Title: Like a Kimono
Season//Theme: Spring//Silk
Band: Kagrra,
Chapters: 01/01
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Fluff?
Warnings: Male/Male pairing; massage + Nao
Rating: PG-13
Pariing(s): Nao x Shin
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T
Summary: Shin's skin always made him think of the finest silk.
Comments: First of all, this was for 4seasons_fics and I hope I filled the theme well enough! Please read and review!! *Bows*

***

Shin yawned and rolled over in his futon, groaning at the unwelcome sunlight striking his eyes. The brunette didn't know where his lover was, but he didn't really think that mattered. He felt eyes on him, and the guitarist figured that it was Nao. Licking his lips, Shin shifted onto his side and rose up onto his elbows, looking at his lover tiredly.

"Naoki... what are you doing?"

The bassist smiled and moved towards the futon where Shin was laying, and touched his chin, lightly brushing their lips together. "Just go back to sleep, Shin-chan. Relax." He whispered, smiling as he brought a black coloured scarf from his pocket. The guitarist tensed for a moment, then relaxed and sighed softly, lying out on his stomach.

Unbeknownst to him, Nao set the black cloth aside and moved the blankets off of Shin's skin, climbing onto the futon behind him and sitting carefully on his lover's rump. The smaller male made a small noise of complaint, but when Nao did nothing else, he melted again.

Calloused, gentle fingers stroked his cheeks, coaxed his head to the side and up a little, soft fabric fell over his closed eyes and the fingers disappeared. He heard the quiet murmur of fabric sliding together and the material tightened over his eyes. Shin wasn't worried. Nao treated him too good for him to ever be worried and that comforted him.

The bassist shifted on top of him, and Shin smelled something like vanilla but was less sickly sweet. He grunted appreciatively, his arms folded underneath his chin to maximize his comfort.

It was oil.

Nao's hands fell to his bare back and the smaller man sighed, groaning quietly as his lover's hands moved over him perfectly. It was peaceful and definitely something he could use.

For a long moment, the bassist's hands simply worked into his skin, massaging his body thoroughly to work out all kinks. Shin often felt guilty whenever Nao gave him such complete massages, but he knew Nao loved to give them to him and that made it easier to simply bask in the comfort.

A lot of the time, Nao would randomly open up a bottle of oil and tell him to strip. Shin would chuckle and follow his instructions and lay out wherever was most convenient, and then Nao's hands would move over his body; working out his kinks and discomforts.

Shin's mind drifted every time Nao massaged him, and this case was no different. The small guitarist murmured incoherently, imagining the most peaceful of environments.

Nao lightly brought him back to reality when his hands moved fluidly over his skin, and he wasn't even massaging him anymore. He was feeling him. His lover's voice came to him, above and behind, and he tilted his head to listen better.

"Your skin is always like the silky texture of sakura petals or kimono silk... how do you keep it so soft and smooth?" Nao wondered quietly aloud, and Shin felt the other man shift, lean forwards over him and he felt warm breath over his back. The bassist's breath cooled the oil and made him shiver.

Shin could only smile. "I keep out of trouble and keep my body clean." He said softly, not wanting to break the somewhat magic in their room.

Lips graced his shoulder and Shin smiled again, stretching slightly when the pair travelled lower down his back, following the indent of his spine as he arched slightly. Nao's hands moved to his sides, stroking him lightly, almost as if he wanted to tickle him.

"Nao..." he murmured, warning the bassist not to take things too further. There was an interview the next day and the taller male was known to leave dark bruises whenever they took things to more sexually intimate times.

"Shin-chan!" the brunette whined, pressing his fingers in against his lover's sides a little more forcefully, making Shin squeal and squirm, rolling over onto his back, effectively making Nao lay sprawled out over him. Nao smirked and Shin sent his lover a half-hearted glare. It soon died away however, and Shin merely pulled Nao closer, closing his eyes.

"Just go back to sleep, Naoki." He murmured. "It's too early, too cold for hanami."

***

Note: Yeah, yeah, I know. The title doesn't go with it. And it's crap. Ishouldstickwithsmut... *Hides*

Chibi-Seme?! || Akiyax Nao xShin || Oneshot

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 04:34:37 GMT

Title: Chibi-Seme?!
Author: _yoki_
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Shin + sweets, smut, PWP
Trick: Conquer Me by Flesh Field
Treat: salt-water taffy
Pairing: Akiya x Nao x Shin—Kagrra[,]
Summary: Shin blinked, confused, before he read the description. "Chibi-Seme?!"
Comments: Listened to BURIAL APPLICANT mostly while I wrote this. The song Conquer Me wouldn't actually work. >.<"
Note: Credits to Funky Monkey or wherever it was. I can't remember, but I took the quiz a while ago and posted about it ages ago. Anyways, wherever that is, that's where I got the quiz results shown inside. I had a lot of midterms and school work and crap to do, so this is late by a few ~~weeks~~ days. Anyways, it's probably not even that good. x_x Be gentle!!

***

"Shin-chan, Akki, I'm home!" Nao yelled, grinning rather improperly as he closed the door behind him. The apartment was shockingly quiet, and he wondered what in Hell was wrong. He wandered, finding Akiya asleep in bed and Shin out on the balcony. The younger guitarist on said balcony had quit smoking long ago—Nao and Akiya claimed themselves to be the heroes of his success—so that couldn't have been why he was out there.

The bassist stepped out to join his younger lover. He noticed that Shin looked surprisingly pleased. Dazed, even. The younger man still hadn't heard him yet and that gave Nao an idea.

Nao slid silently behind Shin and slung his arms around his neck and chest, pinning him to the little chair he sat on. The taller brunette pressed his lips to Shin's ear, purring.

"Shin-chan~" he mewled, letting his hands wander over Shin's cool chest. It was October, after all.

To his surprise, Shin just giggled, his words slurred.

"Naoki~" he giggled, letting his head rest back against Nao's chest. The bassist blinked, wondering what had happened to his lover. Was he drunk? His eyes traveled down to Shin's lap and he saw a bag of candies. Nao frowned.

"Shin-chan, what are those?" he asked, looking pointedly at the sweets.

The guitarist merely nuzzled back against Nao's chest.

"Akki got them for me. I haven't had them in so long. Besides, since when am I not allowed to indulge in candies?" he pouted, looking up at Nao, his head tilted back.

Laughing, Nao shook his head and tugged Shin to stand, somehow finding that it made sense for Shin to get somehow... drunken off of candies. His personality was not very... carefree, and when he ate candies, the sugar gave him a bit of a rush and made him act almost drunk.

It was adorable.

But he had a mission. The bassist kept tugging Shin to the bedroom, his arm looped possessively around the smaller man's waist. Shin sucked on a candy, making lewd noises that sent little shivers through Nao's body. He groaned and pushed Shin in front of him through the bedroom door a little too hard.

"Wake up Akki. There's something I wanna show you." He said, grinning.

Shin was still giggly, but he managed to follow his lover's instructions and crawled onto the bed, laying beside Akiya. The brunette touched Akiya's cheek and then lightly poked him in the side—his own revenge for all the torture his lover's had put him through.

Akiya slowly stirred, the blonde in his hair making him look almost childish; like someone far too young having tried to dye his hair. When his eyes finally opened, the younger guitarist smiled.

"Naoki has something to show us." He said quietly, giggling a little.

Even the other guitarist was confused about Shin's behaviour. Akiya saw the candies in the bag though and laughed. Shin pouted up at him, thinking he was being laughed at, and Akiya cooed quietly, leaning in to kiss the smaller man.

Shin was surprisingly receptive, and returned the kiss eagerly, his mouth opening to his advances when Akiya's tongue darted out over his lips. When the older guitarist's tongue swiped through Shin's mouth, he tasted the candy and groaned, slowly pushing Shin over onto his back, climbing onto him.

Nao had come back on that scene and whined, frowning at the way Akiya couldn't even wait until he got back before he started things with Shin. He cleared his throat, looking at both of his lover's with slight disapproval as he waited for them to stop sucking-face.

When Akiya finally drew back from Shin, the smaller guitarist was panting slightly, his giggles having died away. The younger guitarist licked his lips, shifting beneath Akiya as he smiled a little, slowly turning his gaze to their other lover.

"Get off him, Akki. This is... interesting." He said, frowning at the way Akiya gave a good rock of his hips before he finally pulled back and sat on the bed next to Shin. Then, the blonde-highlighted guitarist seemed to change his mind, and sat behind Shin, tugging the smaller man to sit between his legs and rest against his chest. The brunette made a small sound, flushing slightly as he looked up at Nao.

The bassist was un-amused.

"I did this online quiz the other day, and got an interesting result. Then I did it again, but in the point of view of both of you two." He smiled, grinning really, as he crawled onto the bed, pushing Shin's legs more open so he could press one of his legs between them.

"See, I got "Flaming Uke: One of the easiest uke to recognize by sight. Your flamboyantly gay behavior makes it easy for seme to prey upon you, and that is exactly what you want, and you usually have a few tricks up your sleeve as well. You most often have coloured hair, designer clothes, and eyes that are constantly roaming, searching for the perfect partner for you. You are best paired with the Chibi Seme, as you don't mind what they look like, as long as they're a seme.." Nao grinned, licking his lips as he stared down at Shin meaningfully. The guitarist trembled.

"What did I get?" Akiya asked from behind Shin, one of his hands resting on his stomach underneath his shirt, his fingertips rubbing his skin under his waistband. The smaller guitarist whined, shifting. He couldn't help but wonder why Nao stared at him like that, he wasn't seme!

"Let's see... Akki got... "Don't FUCK With Me Seme: Serious and to the point, and sometimes bordering on the sadistic, it takes a special breed of uke to satisfy your needs. You tend to be anti-social with little patience for most people. You need someone to challenge you and push you to your limits, and then be able to take the punishment you dish out, which frequently involves rope and alcohol. This is what makes the Badass Uke the yin for your yang, as you're the only one able to put them in line and satisfy each other."" The bassist laughed. "I think you're less sadistic than that. You just... tie Shin-chan up." He grinned.

"And... what did I get, Naoki...?" Shin finally asked, biting his lower lip hard. The bassist smirked and slid closer to the guitarists, tilting his head as he kissed the other's shoulder, moving up to his neck before he closed his mouth over a small part of his neck. Nao sucked hard, making Shim mewl and squirm. Against his flesh, he heard Nao's muffled reply.

"Shin-chan got Chibi-Seme." Nao pulled back, looking down at the description thoughtfully. He turned the page, showing it to Shin so the smaller man could read it himself.

Shin blinked, confused, before he read the description.

"Chibi-Seme?!" he exclaimed, looking up to Nao. Shin snatched the sheet from Nao, squirming as Akiya's hand pushed further under his pants, fingers sliding around his length. He moaned slightly and cleared his throat. With difficulty, he read the description aloud, "You are the seme in disguise. Able to fit in and get along with uke and seme alike, you are able to get close to the uke on their level before exerting your dominance. This makes you at times manipulative and able to fool others about your true seme nature. Because of your harmless appearance, it takes the flamboyantly gay Flaming Uke to really bring out your aggressive side and expose you for the seme that you are."

The smaller man sounded... almost insulted as he had read the description, and Nao merely tugged the sheet from his hands, tossing the papers aside. He pressed closer and grinned, licking at Shin's lips, feeling his lover quiver.

"I think we're all perfect for each other. Even with Akki's sadistic-ness." He smirked, his eyes lifting to look at Akiya. The other guitarist frowned.

"But he's not really, you know. Shin-chan just isn't capable of being as Seme as me." Akiya grinned, chuckling as the smaller guitarist sent him a small glare. Soon, it withered, and Shin's shoulders slumped.

"He's right, Naoki. I'm just... not Seme material. It's not something that fits with me." Shin explained quietly, smiling a little. The bassist just frowned and crawled onto the bed.

"That's because Akiya's convinced you that you can't be seme! Shin-chan~!" he whined, making Shin flinch a little at the tone in his voice. "Come on, Shin. Let me show you both how seme you can be..."

The guitarist seemed very hesitant and he made a small sound, contemplating it for a long moment. Akiya's hand was still firm around his length and he shivered, letting his head fall back. "Well..." he trailed off, biting on his lower lip furiously. Nao slid closer to him, and slowly unbuttoned his jeans, leaning in to nip at the guitarist's lip.

"Ah ah ah, a good seme does not bit their own lip." Nao scolded, smiling evilly. Shin shuddered under his gaze and cleared his throat, nodding and trying to get in a "Seme" character.

Behind him, Akiya frowned, and leaned his head down, kissing and breathing hotly over Shin's neck, before he bit down hard just beneath his ear and sucked, intent on leaving his own mark on the smaller man. The marks Nao left never really lasted very long, so he had to give Shin new ones rather frequently. Then again, neither of the other men really seemed to mind. The small brunette in his grasp loved to be marked.

Shin squirmed again and whimpered, his hands gripping Akiya's thighs tightly and made a small indignant sound as the bassist practically ripped off his jeans. Nao merely smirked down at him—cruelly, Shin though—and leaned over him, sandwiching him between Akiya and himself.

The smaller male trembled, his cheeks flushing in a combination of arousal and embarrassment, as it became visually obvious that Akiya was stroking him. Despite his embarrassment, Shin managed to shake his head and shiver, moaning when Nao leaned in and captured his lips in a searing kiss.

Akiya was still stroking him with one hand, and his mouth was still on that bruising area on his neck. His other hand however, moved to grasp his shirt, and with only one hand, the older guitarist managed to unbutton his shirt, roughly tugging at it to get Shin completely naked.

They were conquering him once again, but he didn't think he had the strength or courage to take Nao. Not yet. It was too soon for him to do something like that, and he hoped that his lovers knew and understood that.

Their bodies pushed against each other, making Akiya pull his hand from Shin’s length so he could tend to removing Nao's clothing. They were both impatiently hard, and Shin was their vulnerable, willing victim. Between them, Shin whimpered, gasping after Nao had pulled back from his lips. The bassist's mouth hovered over Shin's chest, before descending onto one of his nipples. Torturously, Nao licked and sucked on the sensitive, hardened nub, making the smaller male writhe.

In the back of his throat, the brunette chuckled, and helped Akiya pull off his clothes. Soon, Nao was also nude, and took advantage of Shin's jelly-like body, pulling him towards him and then moving to pin him down. The guitarist cried out and arched, feeling pathetically weak and had no choice but to succumb to what his lovers were to do.

Surprisingly, it was nothing cruel. Nao merely pressed his hips down as the bassist slid down his body to take his length into his mouth. Shin moaned and closed his eyes, his hands sliding down to grasp the other's hair. He was very aware of Akiya watching them and that knowledge only made Nao's ministrations feel better. They always knew what he liked, even before Shin had ever known for himself. He wanted to call them fiends, but couldn't find the malice in his heart required for that.

Heeding little warning, Shin felt two very slick fingers press against his entrance and slide in slowly. At the intrusion, he gasped, shuddering as he tried to control his breathing. It was futile, and he could only buck his hips, panting as Nao's tongue flicked over the head of his cock. In the back of his mind, Shin figured that Akiya must have slicked Nao's fingers and his cock, because soon after he had been stretched enough, Nao pulled his hand back and positioned himself between the guitarist's thighs. Shivering, Shin held his breath, crying out in pleasure when Nao thrust inside of him.

It almost felt rushed tonight—as if Nao and Akiya had hours planned out for him. That thought only made Shin feel weak. The bassist's laboured; hot breathing against his chest was the only thing grounding him to real life.

Shin's pleasure was slightly being held back, as the guitarist was worrying about Akiya and if he was alright. The other guitarist in question was merely watching as Nao fucked him; his hand moving leisurely over his own cock. The smaller man moaned, arching upwards when Nao struck his prostate, his body trembling right after.

Panting and breathing heavily, Shin returned each thrust inside of him as best he could, his hands clinging to the sheets as his lover moved. It didn't take very long until Nao leaned over him and sunk his teeth into his neck, concealing his own loud groan as he came inside of Shin. Nao pulled out of him right after and he whined, pouting a little as his lover left him before he finished off as well.

The bassist disappeared from in front of him and Akiya replaced him, sitting up on his knees and stroking himself still. His eyes were dark and Shin trembled, getting onto his hands and knees and crawled forwards, understanding the heat in Akiya's eyes as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, taking the head of his lover's cock between his lips.

Above him, Akiya moaned, and thrust into his mouth, making Shin grunt, whimper, and moan around him. He was unaware of it mostly as Nao moved behind him until he felt hands settle onto his hips again. Shin made a small sound in the back of his throat, his hands bracing him on the mattress as he bobbed his head.

At the first touch, he jumped, making a very odd sounding squeak around Akiya's length. By the second and third ones, he was squirming, mewling and just generally moving as if he wanted to get away from it all. Nao's tongue was tracing along the crack of his ass, and he trembled, moaning when he felt the slick muscle touch his puckered entrance, pushing inside in an undoubtedly sexual manner.

The guitarist continued to squirm, even as Nao groaned and held his hips firm, to limit his movement, pushing his tongue inside further and curling it. Shin's mouth tightened around Akiya and he moaned, caught by surprise when Akiya tightened his hands into his hair and groaned, releasing his seed into his mouth. The smaller man almost choked on the semen, but managed to swallow most of it, a few droplets sneaking down his chin and throat.

Akiya let him pull back and Shin whimpered, the guitarist holding him mostly in place as Nao's tongue pushed into him, giving him pleasure and cleaning him both at once. It was torturous and pleasurable all at once and the smaller man trembled, jerking and trying to move—either to push back or pull away he didn't know for sure.

It felt as if his torture was to go on forever like this, but finally, his lovers took pity on him and let him fall over the edge, groaning and whimpering into the bedsheets beneath him, his arms shaking as he held on. His breathing was harsh and the guitarist managed to collapse, swallowing thickly to try and gather his breath again. Shin fell to his side, his body slick with sweat. Akiya crawled up next to him and laid behind him, an arm resting on his side lightly. Nao licked his lips and joined him in front, fingers playing over his hot flesh, picking up beads of sweat.

"You're so beautiful." The bassist murmured, smiling. Shin gave a look of appreciation and closed his eyes, clearing his throat.

"You always conquer me." Shin whispered.

***

Ugh. It was crap. T_T *Hides*

Nicotine Fix || AkiyxNaoxShin || Oneshot

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 23:10:44 GMT

Title: Nicotine Fix
Author: _yoki_
Chapters: 01/01
Pairing: OT3 -- Akiya x Nao x Shin -- Kagrra[,]
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Uh... smutty yaoi...
Summary: Shin's trying to quit smoking.
Comments: Please leave a comment if you read. I love to know what people think of my stuff... ^^;;; Oh, and yes. This is at the request of... well... practically everyone who's read my other OT3 stuff XD

***

Dark, obsidian eyes narrowed, looking slimmer than they were. Shin frowned deeply, practically glaring at his fellow guitarists. His fingers twitched at his sides with the want, the falsely grown need to pull out a lighter and ask for a cigarette. He could see the poison smoke twisting and writhing as it climbed up through the air. He whimpered.

His mouth ran dry and Shin trembled with want.

Stop torturing me, Goddamnit!

Black hair messed in irritation, Shin turned, coldly giving his lover's a much unpleasant view of his back. As if on cue, moments later, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and another on the opposite side's hip. Even as arms slid around his thin frame from behind, and a soft, plush pair of lips touched his neck, Shin refused to give in and turn. The guitarist felt the other—Akiya, most likely—perch his chin on his shoulder, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

His lover came into view and he wasn't surprised to see Akiya—Nao was far more affectionate with him and therefore far more prone to just holding him and kissing him softly. Akiya on the other hand, loved to touch and to tease, and as he moved directly in front of him, that's precisely what he did.

Akiya caught his lips, coaxed him from his foul mood towards them, simultaneously pushing his hands under his shirt. Shin sighed softly, his eyes slowly fluttering shut and he found it unfair how easy it was for them to coax his bad mood out of him. He had been on the balcony when they were in the living room of their apartment, and now he felt Nao pulling him gently backwards, back into the cooled air of their bedroom. The taller guitarist had closed the door behind him, and his hands had traveled up beneath his shirt enough to reach his nipples.

It was almost torturous in the way his lover rolled them between his fingertips, pinching them lightly to get him to moan louder against his lips. The kiss itself was very hot and very wet, and Shin never fought for dominance, not against Akiya, for the older guitarist always snatched it back with ease.

He could feel Nao's hands on his hips, gently massaging his skin before he took to the task of removing his shirt. Shin's eyes opened, revealing how much darker they had gotten, and whimpered softly in protest when their mouths parted and his shirt was suddenly on the floor of their very large bedroom.

Smirking down at him, Akiya ducked down and buried his face into the opposite side of Shin's neck, biting and sucking the skin as Nao mimicked his actions on the other side. Between them, Shin whimpered, moaning as his fingers found the front of Akiya's dress shirt—why had he worn that?—and began to unbutton it. His body shivered as Akiya unfastened his jeans, letting Nao curl his fingers around the hem and push them down. Akiya made a sound against his neck and pulled back.

"No underwear? So naughty, Shin-chan." the guitarist murmured, to which Shin glared.

"You know I hate it... besides, you two are the horniest humans on the planet... it's much more convenient to go without." he reasoned, gasping as Nao reached between his thighs and grasped on to his quickly hardening cock. "Nao!"

"I'm right here, baby." the brunette whispered against the guitarist's ear, thrusting his hips forwards, against Shin's ass so he would feel his arousal. Moaning, Shin almost ripped off Akiya's shirt, watching as the fabric fell to the floor and his hands fell to his lover's jeans. Akiya tsked and turned him around, pulling him against his chest.

The smallest of the three men groaned, whining softly as the bassist moved in on him and managed to coax him into a kiss, hands roaming over his body shamelessly. Underneath the almost rough touches, Shin moaned louder, his hands finally kicking into action and he began to strip the bassist. Nao was already shirtless, so all he had to do was pull down his pants. They were hanging off of his hips dangerously and despite how loose they were, the raven-haired guitarist could tell they were easily too tight for his arousal.

Without hesitation, Shin yanked on the hem, grinning against Nao's lips as the taller male gasped, and made the kiss rougher. Akiya hummed softly and as if to put the smaller man back in line, he harshly pinched his nipples. Immediately, Shin cried out and backed down, his head lolled against Nao's chest, whimpering.

"What the fuck was that for!?" he demanded, clearly irritated.

"Come now, Shin. You're the real uke in this relationship. You should learn your place. Nao." Akiya looked back up to the bassist and the brunette grinned, easily taking Shin by the waist, roughly manoeuvring him until he lay sprawled out on the bed, the bassist knelt between his widely spread thighs.

Shin wasn't shocked, but he wasn't entirely pleased either. Akiya approached the head of the bed and stared down at the smaller guitarist, along his thin body. He smiled approvingly and above him, Nao grinned. The bassist found the container of lube and easily slicked his fingers, leaning down against Shin's chest as he pushed two fingers inside of him. The black-haired guitarist cried out, his back arching and he let out a small whimper, instinctively pushing back against his fingers.

Akiya grinned and began to unfasten his own jeans, pushing them down and off his legs, content to watch as Nao prepared Shin, thrusting three fingers inside of him now, to which Shin thrust back. He looked needy and Akiya just wanted to fuck him... but that was Nao's job this time.

Spread out on the bed, nude, flushed and writhing, both of Shin's lovers had to admit that he looked beautiful. When Nao was finally done preparing him, he lubricated his cock and pressed the head to Shin's entrance. The guitarist mewled and trembled, his breath caught in his throat.

"Naoran, please!" he begged, pushing his hips back to try and get Nao to act faster and just take him already. Nao only purred and smiled, gently moving the whimpering ebony-haired guitarist onto his knees. From there, Shin seemed to take the hint and he rose up onto all fours. On the bed in front of him, Akiya was kneeling, smirking down at him. Oh god...

Finally ending his torture, Nao held his hips and pressed forwards, gradual enough to eliminate as much pain as possible, but fast enough to give him pleasure. Whimpering, Shin eagerly pushed back against him and Akiya was sorely tempted to call him a whore. He knew the other guitarist didn't take kindly to being called such things, however, so he held it back.

Instead, Akiya moved forwards, once Nao's hips stilled and he was buried to the hilt inside of Shin, and the smaller man slowly raised his head, his eyes dark. He tried not to grin when Nao pulled back and rocked back against Shin hard, making the younger man cry out loudly and moan. Holding it back, he moved closer, his hand reaching out to Shin's cheek, and those beautiful eyes opened again. Groaning, Akiya pushed his hips forwards, his lover easily taking the hint, and Shin leaned forwards, taking the head of Akiya's cock between his lips.

Shin suckled on it softly, running his tongue along it teasingly. Nao's thrusts were hard and deep, his body rocking back needily as they settled into a pattern and the guitarist took his cock further into his mouth. The black haired guitarist moaned, sucking hard on Akiya's cock as it pushed in and out of his mouth, the taller man working in Nao's rhythm.

Part of him wanted to hate his lovers for doing this to him again, for taking away his anger so easily and fucking him again. However, as Nao kissed at his back and shoulders, thrusting into him harder, faster, deeper; he found he didn't so much care if they did this every time he got mad at them. It was a wonderful way for his anger to dissipate, and for them to get in their daily dosage of sex.

His sounds were muffled and distorted somewhat by Akiya's cock in his mouth, but Shin wasn't complaining. He disliked being loud, so he enjoyed it more than usual. As he pleasured the guitarist, he sensed Akiya was close, and he pulled back a little when the guitarist came, so he could catch all of his release and swallow it down. He panted when the guitarist pulled back, crying out softly when Akiya reached down between his legs and stroked his cock. Shin closed his eyes tight and groaned, hitting his own climax with a sharp breath and whimper, a jumbled name falling from his lips.

Nao moaned and continued to move against him, pushing himself to the edge as Shin tightened around him. It was too much and the brunette gasped Shin's name, biting down on his shoulder as he came inside of him. For a long moment afterwards, he held his place, pulling out slowly when he sensed the weakness in Shin's body.

Gently, he laid Shin down, smiling at his dazed and sated expression, resting his head on his shoulder as Akiya spooned up to him on his other side. Tenderly, Nao ran his fingers over Shin's torso, chuckling as the smaller man shifted against the touch.

"Do you still want a cigarette?" Akiya asked, grinning.

"Don't even go there, Akki." Shin bit back, curling up against his chest, smiling despite himself as Nao rested his arm over his hip.

***

In Order; Out Of Order || AkiyaxNaoxShin || Oneshot

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 22:55:20 GMT

Title: In Order; Out Of Order
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: _yoki_
Rating: R or NC-17
Genre: Yaoi, mild language (I think),
Pairings: Kagrra, OT3 – Akiya/Nao/Shin (Positions are not as listed here)
Summary: Nao and Akiya think a little change is in order
Note: Please don't throw hard, sharp and pointy objects at me!! *Flees and hides away in a secret place* But please leave some kind of... gentle comment?
BUWAHA!!! NOT inspired by a drawing, for once!!! *Is proud* ^__^
Beta-ed by: dianisty

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It was so unbearably hot—breathing was a chore that he just didn't feel motivated for. The guitarist sighed loudly, twisting in the bed, sandwiched between his two lovers. Shin whined, his head falling back as the bassist's lips teased his neck. Behind him, Akiya reached around, his fingers rolling and tweaking his nipples. Their bodies were already slick with sweat, and were it not for them lying on their bed, Shin was certain that they would be unable to be as close as they currently were.

A sharp whimper was pulled from Shin's lips when the older guitarist moved from behind him, allowing the bassist to push him over and onto his back. The younger man moaned softly, crying out when Nao straddled him, rocking his hips down against him.

After the alteration in their positions, the black-haired guitarist lost track of Akiya, but when he was sure it was Nao's hands on his chest, he knew it was the older guitarist prodding his entrance with slick digits. The bassist coaxed him into a hot, slippery kiss, both men mewling against the other's mouth. All Shin was aware of were the hands on his torso, Nao's hot body covering his own, and Akiya's identified fingers thrusting inside of him. Akiya clearly intended to stretch and to tease at the same time, making his actions slow, but hard and deep.

Above him, Nao's hips jerked forwards, forcing him to cry out loudly, his own hips pushing back, feeling both Nao's length rubbing against his and Akiya's fingers brushing his prostate. A moment later, the brunette's lips left his, leaving the younger man pouting.

"Don't be that way, Shin-chan." The bassist purred; his voice husky and thick. The guitarist felt a hand stroke him, lubricating his cock and his eyes widened in surprise. Then, Nao was smiling gently despite the lust in them, holding the base of Shin's cock, guiding himself down.

For a long moment, the smaller man was only aware of the tight, sweltering heat surrounding his throbbing arousal. His throat constricted and he tried to moan, but all that came from him were soft whines and whimpers. Nao grinned and kissed his cheek, waiting for a moment until he was properly adjusted. While Akiya had moved away from them initially, he had prepared both Shin and the bassist... What Shin didn't know was that his lover's had spoken earlier and agreed that it was time their younger lover felt that indescribable pleasure.

The bassist shifted above him, rocking his hips slowly, and Shin moaned loudly, whimpering slightly. His body felt a little too numb to be able to move. But then he felt Akiya at his side, mouthing at his ear, manoeuvring him and Nao over so that the youngest man was kneeling between the bassist's thighs, his cock still buried within him.

Shin gasped, feeling Akiya behind him, his slickened cock rubbing against his ass. The smaller man groaned, his head falling forwards, a loud moan falling from parted lips as the other guitarist pressed forwards, filling Shin with his hardened flesh. Crying out, Shin's body arched and thrust forwards, making the brunette moan and whimper beneath him.

But then Akiya was pulling out again, strong hands settled on his hips, and Shin opened his eyes, looking down into Nao's before he saw his face contort with pleasure. Moaning, the ebon-haired man began to move as well, pushing back against Akiya as the older man thrust into him, and then back forwards when he pulled out. Beneath him, Nao was moaning loudly and rocking up to meet his thrusts.

Between them, Shin whined in his throat, making a small noise of surprise as Nao's mouth found his neck, kissing and biting at the area until it felt raw—his hands clinging to his shoulders. Akiya thrust into him harder and he cried out, throwing his head back. The older guitarist took advantage of this, and bit down into the crook of Shin's neck, their speed increasing as they rushed towards climax.

Moans, whimpers, grunts and groans, as well as other sex-associated sounds were the only things audible, as the three bodies writhed against and with each other. When climax finally came upon Shin, he was mostly unaware of it, but the combined sensations of being inside someone else and being filled by another were new to him and he like it—it was so good that it blinded him from the warning signs.

Shin moaned loudly, pressing against Nao's ass hard, his muscles tightening and clenching as he came. Akiya followed, his loud groan muffled against his neck and hair, arms wound around his waist tightly, holding him crushingly close. The younger guitarist panted and trailed his hand down Nao's body, his fingers wrapping around his cock, pumping him a few times before the brunette came as well.

Content and spent, Shin fell forwards onto the bassist, pulling out of him before he curled up on Nao's chest. Akiya pulled out of him, too and fell to the side, spooning up to the other's sides. He smiled and ran his hand down Shin's back, admiring him.

"How did you like that, Shin-chan?" the bassist asked softly, brushing his lips over Shin's temple. The guitarist being asked made a small noise, smiling before he kissed Nao and then Akiya.

"I think it's about time we started switching places." He murmured, smiling again. Akiya grinned.

"Good, then that means I can cuddle you tonight." He laughed, pulling the smaller man out of Nao's arms. The bassist pouted and contented himself with curling up against his side, resting his cheek on Akiya's shoulder.

Within minutes, the three were fast asleep.

***

End...

Vanilla Flavoured Kisses || AkiyaxNaoxShin || Oneshot

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 22:50:52 GMT

Title: Vanilla Flavoured Kisses
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: _yoki_
Rating: 14A, borderline R
Genre: Teasing, smut-ish/references to sex, yaoi, language
Pairings: Kagrra, OT3 – Akiya/Nao/Shin
Summary: It's a hot day out...
Note: Oh god... I'm going to be flamed for writing another horrible teasing thing... *Hides from readers*
Again, inspired by another art challenge made by kuroi_kiseki participated in, again from psc_domination

***

Nao whined loudly, pouting as he lay out on his stomach, the rough fabric of the couch cushions irritating his skin. The bassist was wailing, complaining about the intense heat. At the kitchen table, Akiya sighed, picked up a pen and threw it at the bassist. The tiny writing utensil his Nao's head and he sat up, glaring at Akiya.

"Akki!! Don't fucking throw things at me!" he bellowed, too delectable with his shirt unbuttoned to come off as truly intimidating.

Before Akiya could find a response, the front door to the apartment opened and the two looked towards it, not surprised at all to see their lover coming in with the groceries. Shin had the keys in his teeth and he looked up, blinking in surprise to see the other two watching him. The guitarist closed the door and set the bags down, letting the keys drop from his mouth before he carried the groceries inside to the kitchen.

"You should be more quiet, Naoran. This isn't a house." The younger man warned, putting things away. Akiya strode up behind him and propped his chin on his shoulder. Shin sighed. "What do you want, Akki?"

"What did you buy?"

"Nothing for you."

"Shi~n! Come on, you had to have bought something for this heat!" Akiya was beginning to whine and the ebony haired man raised a hand, rubbing his temple.

"Akiya... if there was anything for you, or us, I'd let you know..." but the way Akiya watched him, Shin knew that his lover saw the pail of ice cream. He sighed. "It was supposed to be a surprise!" and the younger one pouted, making Akiya chuckle and kiss him sweetly. Whilst making it deeper, Akiya's hand reached around and picked up the pail of vanilla ice cream, pulling it back from the counter where Shin was going to put it in the freezer.

From his position on the couch, Nao watched with a raised eyebrow. His eyes moved to the pail Akiya picked up and a small grin began to form on his lips. The bassist rose and stepped over to join the two in the kitchen. He came up behind Shin and pressed against him, feeling the younger man shiver and make a small noise against Akiya's lips. There was some kind of silent transfer of information between the taller men, and Nao's hand found possession of the ice cream bucket. His lips teased at Shin's ear and then he pulled back.

"Come on, Shin... I have an idea." The bassist purred, licking at his neck, his other arm around his waist, tugging the youngest over to the kitchen table where he lightly pushed him down onto the closest chair available.

Shin's eyes opened and he looked up, frowning for a moment. Akiya shook his head and pulled Shin back up from the seat, instead moving to press on Nao's shoulders, getting the brunette to sit down instead. For a moment, Nao seemed to be adverse to the idea but then he grinned.

"Akki... get the ice cream scoop, please." He asked sweetly, his eyes locked onto their younger lover. The brunette beckoned Shin over and the guitarist bit his lower lip before complying, stepping forwards apprehensively, his head tilted to the side. Without pause, Nao's hand came up and curved around the back of Shin's neck, pulling him down as he raised his head and pressed their lips together.

Akiya watched them silently, scooping the icy treat onto a cone before he licked at it, an enjoyable shiver racing down his spine. He made a small noise and stepped forwards, another scoopful of the vanilla ice cream in his hand, the cone in another. Shin saw him and pulled back from the bassist, his cheeks lightly flushed. Nao smiled and took the cone, turning his head and licking it, looking up at Shin, his eyes playful and taunting.

The younger man blushed and made a small sound, before grasping Nao's wrist, his other hand curling into brunette hair, letting their tongues play around the vanilla flavoured sweetness.

Nao momentarily forgot about Akiya, but when he felt something shockingly cold on his chest, he gasped against the other guitarist's mouth, groaning as he felt hands on his hips, and a hot, wet and velvety tongue licking up the cold. The bassist's other hand wound down into Akiya's hair, gently encouraging him. He could feel Akiya's words mumbled against the moist skin of his chest and he shivered.

"Are you cooled down now, Nao-chan?"

At those words, Nao groaned, and pressed Akiya's head harder against him, just wanting to feel him touch him. He and Shin were kissing more than they were eating the ice cream, the younger man's hand tight and almost afraid around his wrist. Finally, their lips broke apart and the shorter man's dark eyes fell to the melting treat.

Nao cursed as Shin's head dipped down and watched as his lover lapped at the quickly melting ice cream. The guitarist's tongue touched his hand and the sight of Shin lapping it up and saving Nao's hand and arm from being covered in the sticky substance made him groan.

Between his legs, he felt Akiya stroking his concealed arousal; palming him and making him grow harder—if that were possible.

"Fuck me..." the bassist hissed, his head falling back. Akiya was finished lapping up the ice cream from his chest, and now his mouth was placed purposefully above the waistline of his jeans.

"Shin-chan... get the ice cream... we're going to the bedroom." Akiya instructed lightly, and Shin looked apprehensive for a moment, like he wanted to object, but when the older guitarist's eyes fell on him, he groaned and nodded, pulling away after Nao managed to leave an attractive red spot on his jaw.

Nao grinned lazily, climbing up from the chair when Akiya pulled away from between his legs. His chest was still moist from his lover's saliva and he savoured the dying flavour of Shin's lips and tongue mixed with the vanilla... So good... The bassist couldn't stop touching the smaller man, and he wrapped his arms around Shin from behind, pressing his groin tightly against Shin's ass, making the younger man yelp and flush darker, trying to move forwards towards the bedroom without falling. Akiya was just ahead of him, chuckling and looking back over his shoulder.

The older guitarist pulled open the door, holding it for Nao and Shin but before he let the other two pass inside, he stopped them and left his own mark on the opposite side from where Nao had made his. Shin mewled and squirmed, his eyes darkening by the minute. Finally, Akiya let them in and closed the door behind them, a slow grin curving his lips as he flicked the lock, just to be sure.

***

End...

DigiCam || AkiyaxNaoxShin || Oneshot

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 22:44:33 GMT

Title: DigiCam
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Ehh... teasing?
Warnings: Threesome!!
Rating: PG-13 bordering on R
Pairings: OT3!! Akiya/Nao/Shin
Summary: Akiya has a new camera...
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them. Slavery is illegal though, damn it all.
Note: First attempted threesome!!! The idea was inspired by kuroi_kiseki who did an art for a recent challenge on psc_domination
Cross-posted to kagrrafic, and psc_domination Please comment. <3

***

Shin woke up to the smell of coffee, a warm smile playing on his lips. He made a small noise of contentment and almost as if on cue, Nao wandered in with a mug of coffee -black- perfect for first thing in the morning. The ebony haired man smiled, sitting up to receive the steaming mug eagerly.

"Arigatou, Nao-chan. Where's Akiya?" he asked, his voice sounding less sleepy than he looked.

"He went out to buy a camera." Nao supplied, reaching down to tangle his fingers into Shin's messy hair. "Mm. You should have a shower." the bassist said not unkindly. He and the other guitarist had the day rather well-planned.

When Nao and Akiya woke up earlier, the guitarist had already planned to go shopping. The brunette, of course, suggested he should buy a camera, so they wouldn't have to rely on cell phone captures of the three of them being all idiotic and romantic. Akiya liked that idea, and suggested he might buy a video camera too. He didn't say what for, but he didn't have to as ideas of what to do to their younger lover had already began to formulate in both of their minds.

Shin often scolded Akiya and himself for having such gutter-minds, but it always amused Nao that he never much complained when they gratified him. “Of course, I just had to fall for the horndogs of the band...“ The smallest man would say. Nao shook his head slightly amid his musings, a tiny grin on his lips.

"What are you thinking?" his lover's voice broke through the silence and Nao looked down to Shin, his fingers still in his hair. Shin was sipping at his coffee delicately.

"Oh, it's nothing." he smiled, patting the ebony-haired man's cheek affectionately.
Shin seemed to accept that. "I'll go take that shower as soon as I'm done then, ne?"
Nao smiled and nodded, leaning down to kiss the corner of the guitarist's eye before he left the room. In silence, the raven-haired man finished his coffee and climbed out of bed.

He padded into the bathroom and turned on the water, letting it warm up as he stripped of his pyjamas -boxers and either Akiya's or Nao's t-shirt. They’d been together perhaps too long, for Shin was always mixing up the other two’s wardrobes. All that really mattered to him, was that they had a bigger shirt size than him, and they loved how he looked when he wore their shirts, or pants, for that matter. Akiya and Nao always insisted he looked adorable. He didn’t think he was cute, he just wears their shirts because they’re comfortable. Scrunching his nose in mild distaste, Shin disappeared behind the shower doors and let the hot water soothe and warm him up. The guitarist reappeared roughly a half hour later, smelling fresh and feeling clean.

Black hair was dried with a towel until it was only damp, and Shin found a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt he had set out the night before waiting for him on the counter beside the sink. He slipped his glasses on- I don't remember leaving them in here... -and a quiet sneeze alerted him that he wasn't alone anymore. He was about to turn around when he felt arms slide around his waist, pulling him back with a small gasp into someone's bare chest.

"Naoran... what is it?" the smaller man resisted for a moment, reluctant to get the other man wet, before finally he relaxed in his arms. A smile twisted the brunette's lips and Shin felt it on the side of his neck.

"Akiya has something for you." he whispered against the guitarist's ear. Shin shivered and nodded, letting the brunette coax him out into the living room. For once, please let it be innocent!

Despite the fact that he knew it was bound to not be innocent, Shin still let himself become prey to it. Nao and Akiya always made it feel so good...

It was unnecessary, but the brunette’s hands came up and covered his eyes. Shin’s brow furrowed, but kept silent, stumbling a little before hitting his foot on the leg of the couch with a small wince of pain. Apprehension filled the guitarist and he remained frozen for a long moment. He was about to say something when he heard the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter. Blinking rapidly beneath his “blindfold”, Shin backed into Nao’s chest.

What the Hell is going on?

Nao’s hand fell from his face and he sighed softly, feeling frustrated and afraid. All he saw when his obsidian eyes opened however, was a shirtless Akiya holding two small cameras. One was slightly larger than the other and he paled slightly. A video camera?! What the Hell are they thinking?!

While his eyes were fixed fearfully on the video camera, Nao began to push him, so he was standing just in front of the couch. He yelped—a very undignified sound for him—and found himself held close to Nao’s chest, the bassist’s arms locked securely around his torso, keeping him on the couch.

Akiya strode over with a smile—secretive and alluring—and knelt on the cushions before him, the video camera perched on the coffee table, facing all three of them. Shin turned his head, the sight of the lens pointed at him felt unnerving.

Attention was drawn to Akiya, the taller guitarist almost demanding it as he held the digital camera with one hand. The other reached out and caught his chin, tilting his face up. Akiya loomed above him, eyes dark and a sensual smile curving his lips. Shin swallowed, his gaze flicking to his lips. Taking the—unintentional—submission as encouragement, the taller male leaned forwards the rest of the way until finally he was kissing Shin.

The older guitarist’s hand slid down his neck, reaching under the hem of the shirt he wore to touch the soft skin of Shin’s abdomen.

Gasping against his mouth, Shin arched—hesitant—unsure of if he should allow this. We have sex too much! Thoughts unheard, Shin’s brow furrowed and he pushed forwards, trying to get up—off the couch and away from his lovers.

Finally managing to pull his mouth free—Nao had been holding his wrists—Shin made his concerns known—

"It's too early! I just showered! The camera’s on!!"

To which Akiya merely smiled, obviously casting the words aside, and leaned in again to catch Shin's lips. Further protests were swallowed up and made unheard with Akiya's mouth on his. Insistent and determined, gently coaxing him to lean back. Shin felt Nao’s hands on him, lifting his shirt and by the time the two guitarists had to break apart to accommodate the removal of the fabric, he was pliant.

Slim eyes fluttered open after cotton was stripped from him and warm arms slid around him, pulling him back against Nao's strong, smooth chest. Shin felt dazed and looked up to Akiya, his cheeks darkening at the sight of the small camera in his hands. He was distracted then by Nao, the bassist's lips finding his neck, making the smaller man mewl, unaware of it as Akiya pushed his legs open and knelt between them.

"N-Nao—" Akiya hushed Shin, grinning as their smaller lover squirmed, trying to get away and close his legs—get Nao's hands off of him and Akiya's faux innocent smile off his lips.

"You look so cute, Shin-chan." The taller guitarist purred, smirking as he snapped photos. Behind Shin, the bassist tried to slide his hand under his boxers and touch him, making him gasp and grab Nao's wrist, his other clinging to the brunette's jeans.

Shin could feel Nao's arousal pressing against him, and could see the growing bulge in his fellow guitarist's jeans.

"Let us have you."

***

End...

Sweet Innocence || NaoxShin || Oneshot-ish

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 22:34:23 GMT

Title: Sweet Innocence
Chapter: Oneshot-ish (Split into two)
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Humour; fluff; male/male pairing
Warnings: Stealthy, plotting Nao and somewhat graphic sexual descriptions; allusions to sex and of course, male/male pairing
Rating: PG-13/14A for sexual references
Pairings: Nao/Shin
Summary: Nao finds something interesting in Shin's room...
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them. Slavery is illegal though, damn it all.
Note: This is... part two of the little... fic-series-type-thing I've started. It happens almost immediately after Insomniacs and Fanfiction I split it into two parts though, so the actual smut will be coming next. I never actually finished the second part, and I don't know when or if I ever will. ^^;; Of course, this is another repost. Please comment. ^_^

***

After what seemed hours, Shin—the insomniac—finally managed to calm down and fall asleep. The only bad thing with that was the guitarist was still in his computer chair. Clad in jeans and a t-shirt, he slumped against his seat, head lolled to the side.

On his laptop, the fanfic he had earlier read was still open.

Nao was on his way to the kitchen for a drink when he passed by Shin's room. He frowned in confusion and lightly pushed the door open. The guitarist was sleeping in his chair and the bassist sighed, stepping in and closing the door behind himself. The brunette moved forwards almost stealthily, trying not to wake up his friend.

He has to stop staying up so late.

For a long time, Nao's gaze was fixated on the screen, reading over what—he assumed—Shin had been reading before falling asleep.

Whoa. I can't believe he would read that.

An even longer time passed with the brunette staring shocked, amazed and intrigued at the writing.

'Shin was panting, mewling beneath the bassist whenever Nao's lips fell to his heated skin. The brunette was on a power trip, proud of himself that he could bring out this side of the man underneath him. For years, he had so longed to see his band mate like this... nude and flushed: unknowingly wanton in his natural beauty.'

Though it was not particularly graphic or intense, that small paragraph made Nao lick his lips and swallow thickly. His eyes shifted back to Shin.

Shy, timid, quiet, adorable, small, innocent Shin. He still couldn't believe that Shin of all people would read such a thing. What surprised him—though not entirely—was how almost perfectly the author had portrayed his feelings for the guitarist. It was true that he longed to touch him in a manner far from platonic. The main cause for stopping him was rejection. Shin had never given any hint to liking men—or women, even—and that had greatly deterred the bassist.

Now though, he was questioning the guitarist's sexuality and what he felt for him. It was decidedly difficult for the brunette to concentrate on things other than waking Shin and molesting him right then and there.

Gritting his teeth together, the brunette cleared his throat a little and slid his arms underneath the slumbering body. Lifting the living package, Shin made a small noise and shifted in his arms, making the taller man pause to let him settle before moving again.

Finally, Nao managed to get the smaller man to his futon. Thinking he was being kind, the bassist began to unfasten the ebony-haired one's jeans. His eyes widened and he did a double-take upon finding that that the guitarist was wearing nothing beneath his jeans.

Sorely tempted to just reach out and touch him, Nao's self-restraint was growing weaker. He could picture himself fitting the smaller man's flaccid cock into his mouth, sucking him to wakefulness and full hardness.

As selfish a want it was to just wake Shin up, Nao decided to take some sense of pity on the poor guitarist. Dragging off his jeans from his legs, Nao then tugged off his t-shirt and quickly covered him up, lest his nudity make him lose all of his self control.

After a moment of pondering, Nao locked the door and sat against the wall, pulling a blanket over himself to stay warm. Shin had his alarm set for the same time and no matter when he would go to bed, he always got up at the same time. With this knowledge, the gears in his head began to move, a plan settling itself in his mind, making him itch to have Shin flushed and compliant beneath him, powerless and vulnerable to anything he could and would do.

The bassist fell asleep shortly after his plan had been created—and it was quite fool-proof—and smiled as images of their soon-to-be intimate dance corrupted his dreams.

***

To be continued...

Lost || NaoxShin || Oneshot

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 22:28:09 GMT

Title: Lost
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Humour; fluff; male/male pairing
Warnings: Cuteness, Nao being romantic (kind of?)
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairings: Nao/Shin
Summary: Shin woke up finding the futon cold and Nao's half empty.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them. Slavery is illegal though, damn it all.
Note: This is... kind of a follow-up to Insomniacs and Fanfiction, but based further along the timeline. This is another one I've already written but am reposting. Please comment. ^_^

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If there was one thing Nao loved about sharing a room with Shin—besides the obvious—it was that it was always clean. Even if the guitarist was having a bad day—sometimes especially—the room was spotless. Nao had no problem admitting that he liked it that way. While Shin would clean their room—or do something else productive—the bassist was content to make something for his lover to eat. Afterwards, the brunette would give the younger man a soothing massage. Usually, a long, restful nap would follow.

Unfortunately, at present, Nao was lost in his room—the hurricane-struck mess that it was—and because it was already so late, he couldn't call out for the black-haired man. Shin had been working at the studio for a good portion of the day and he promised to let the younger—machine—man catch some much needed and well-deserved rest.

Pouting, Nao whimpered and looked about himself, trying to calculate a safe exit from the disaster area. What was supposedly his room was cluttered with all kinds of things ranging from clothing (the necessary items); to magazines (the leisure things), to scraps of paper he had held on to for too long (the garbage).

Initially, he had gone into the terrorized 'room' in hopes of finding the small, simple, silver ring he had purchased not long ago for his currently slumbering lover. His back was to the door and he did not hear the soft creaking of it being pulled open. The brunette's attention was rather firmly fixed on the little black box he found, releasing a soft noise of success.

Found it!

"Naoran?" and the soft, tentative but masculine voice had him whirling around to face the younger man.

Shin was the epitome of cuteness: standing at the door, a hand on the frame with one of the bassist's t-shirts covering his torso, dropping and hanging off his shoulder, a pair of boxer shorts barely visible beneath. His dark, short hair was tousled from sleep and the brunette melted at how... adorable his boyfriend looked. He was forced back to immediacy however when the younger man's brow creased. Nao cleared his throat and smiled gently.

"Shin-chan, baby, you're supposed to be sleeping. Is something the matter?" Nao's voice was sincere and then he carefully moved forwards, cleverly pocketing the small box, managing to stumble out to the door relatively unscathed.

"I was..." the smaller one murmured, moving out of the way for the bassist so he could close the door. At the confused expression, Shin clarified. "You weren't there..." and he said it so softly, so gently, that the bassist could only call it adorable and step forwards, wrapping his younger lover in his arms.

"I'm sorry, love. I had to find something." The brunette apologized, his hand coming up to pet the soft hair of his guitarist. Against his naked chest, he could feel Shin's small smile. His boyfriend nodded some and let out a quiet sound, bringing a wide smile to Nao's lips.

He pulled back a fraction and kissed Shin's lips lightly but sweetly before he tugged lightly on his hands and lead the shorter one back to the bedroom.

"I have something for you..." he whispered, and Shin's sleepy face lit up, following along easily as his lover had him lay down on the futon they shared. While Shin got comfortable, Nao placed the box onto the dresser, switching his pair of jeans for pyjama pants. Picking up the little case again, he smiled secretively to the younger man and crawled under the covers, stacking the pillows so he could lay back against them comfortable. Instinctively, Shin curled up on his side, his cheek resting on Nao's chest.

The bassist lifted a hand and sifted his fingers through Shin's hair, smiling widely when the guitarist purred. With his other hand, the brunette pulled out the box again, fumbling before it clicked open and held it before the other's face. Shin grunted quietly and looked forwards as he felt the fingers stop their movements.

"What...?" he was clearly confused and reached out to pull Nao's hand closer. He pulled out the perfectly smooth circle and looked up, craning his neck to see his lover's face more clearly.

The older one only smiled and brushed their lips together, his hand cupping the other's cheek gently.

"Happy Anniversary." He whispered, taking the ring—which had the inscription To Shin, I love engraved along the inner portion—and gently slid the cool metal over the black haired one's ring finger.

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Well, yeah, this is kind of... oddly cute and likely not even that good. But I tired at least. Am still trying, in fact. Now I can get to the other continuation...

Insomniacs and Fanfiction || NaoxShin || Oneshot

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 22:09:32 GMT

Title: Insomniacs and Fanfiction
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: _yoki_
Genre: Humour
Warnings: Self-narration in one's head and an... interesting reaction to fanfiction.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairings: Kind-of-but-not-really NaoxShin
Summary: Shin is up late yet again.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them. Slavery is illegal though, damn it all.
Note: This was my first ever completed fanfiction-type-thing. I have reposted it here, as I feel it no longer belongs on my personal LJ. Originally it was an RP sample, but I liked it too much to keep it at that. Please comment. ^_^

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Sitting at a laptop in a dark, small room, Shin blinked tiredly at the screen before him. The insomniac of Kagrra, is at it again. He narrated in his head.

He sits at his computer desk—which does not in fact hold a computer, rather a laptop—staring at the screen, trying to make sense of the words before him. Shin yawned and rubbed his eyes, staring again almost dully.

Unfortunately, the lack of sleep he has received this past week is wearing down on him, and as interesting as the literature is that he tries to read, it just can't hold so much of his attention to keep him fully awake and coherent. Shin's eyes drooped and his head fell forward, falling asleep before his body jumped and his eyes widened, staring at the screen of his laptop again.

And again, the room is silent. The house is silent and he feels as though he is alone. But he's not. Not really, for his band mates are sleeping in their respective rooms. Ah—but what's this?—his eyes catch the screen of his laptop again and he reads on, determined to finish the piece he started earlier.

Idly, even as he was focusing on reading the little bit of writing before his eyes, Shin began to wonder where their fans thought up such crazy ideas. Shaking his head a little, the black haired man almost glared at the screen before him, and as he finished, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Naoran drove his WHAT into me!?"

Ahh... the joys of fanfiction.

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Scattered Roses || Nao/Shin || Oneshot

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:35:26 GMT

Title: Scattered Roses
Band/Pairing(s): [Kagrra,] Nao x Shin
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: _yoki_
Genre: PWP
Warnings: Male/Male pairing; mild-ish bondage (handcuffs, cock ring, blindfold)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No, I don't. Stop rubbing it in T_T The Shin muse has been very needy today, so I decided to give him what he wanted.
Summary: Nao gives Shin what he craves—lack of control.
Comments: Unbeta-ed as of now. Please read and review <3

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Shin lay sprawled beneath him, wrists bound to the headboard of the bed by a pair of handcuffs and his legs spread lewdly. The blind fold covering his eyes was unnecessary, but it added to the atmosphere of the situation. Nao picked up a ring of metal and reached down between Shin's thighs. Carefully, he slid the ring around his shaft, gently nudging it down to snugly hold him at the base. The guitarist mewled, and Nao grinned.

The older man sighed softly and looked down at his artwork. Shin looked gorgeous, bound and blinded like he was; the ironically spiked collar around his neck showing off his bedroom ownership of the slight frame.

Smirking, Nao leaned down, trailing his touch over pale, milk-white skin. His fingers graced over hardened nipples, and he paused with the hitching of his lover's breath.

Humming quietly, he slid his fingers around them tauntingly, chuckling darkly when the younger arched to his touch.

He tilted his head and took one of the nubs into his mouth, tweaking its twin between his fingers; pinching. Shin's soft cry made him shudder, and he sucked harshly at the salty skin.

Nao could hear his lover begging him softly, calling out his name, but he wouldn't give in yet. Shin wasn't yet needy enough.

He bit at the hardened flesh in his mouth before trailing hot, wet kisses across his chest to the opposite nipple. Thinking it was only fair, he gave similar treatment to each, roughly pressing his tongue down on the bud flat and dragging the length of it over the peak. With his fingers on the other side of his chest, Nao scratched at him slightly, purring when Shin arched again, head tilting back as his wrists tugged instinctively at the handcuffs restraining him.

The vulnerable throat drew his eyes, and the bassist slowly removed his mouth from his lover's torso, blowing hotly on it as he moved up along his body.

Just barely did he let his breath wash over the moist skin as warning before closing his lips around a patch of flesh at the crook of his shoulder. Without ceremony, he bit down, reveling in Shin's hopelessly aroused, startled outcry.

He was getting drunk off of those noises.

Nao's jaw tightened, and he sucked strongly at the sensitive area. When he pulled back, he was pleased to see a very dark mark there, thinking it looked rather like a rose petal.

Shin's breath was harsh and gasping, but the older man wasn't finished playing.

Sliding back down on the bed between his lover's legs, he let his fingertips tease at his inner thighs. Nao loved the way it made Shin shiver. For a while he was content to continue torturing Shin like that. Nao's gaze slid over the bound form, smirking as he tickled him. The longer he did so, the more shin squirmed and pleaded.

Though he made a point to never actually hurt him, it was darkly addicting to hear Shin bed and plead.

Nao allowed one more trace of his lover's hairless thigh before reaching up near his hip for the bottle of lube. He brought it closer, not needing it yet but wanting to save time for when he would.

The bassist licked his lips, and suddenly changed his mind.

Picking up the soft plastic tube, the brunette ducked down slightly and flicked his tongue over the moist tip of his lover's erection. Shin moaned and arched in an attempt to get more of his mouth, but Nao was careful not to give him what he wanted. Not yet.

He slicked his fingers, and let his mouth just envelope over the crown of the guitarist's length before he let go of it completely from his lips with a teasing lick along the thick dorsal vein on the underside of the shaft.

Shin whimpered, and he chuckled before hushing him gently.

Nao ducked his head further, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin below his cock. He reached up and wrapped his slick fingers around his lover's base, stroking him languidly. His intention was to tease (as it often was).

He ignored Shin's soft whimpers for more—to tighten his grip; stroke faster; fuck him.

Darting his tongue out again, Nao laughed at the way it made Shin tremble, as he lightly pressed the tip over his balls. A keening noise sounded from the younger one's throat, encouraged him to move further, and he did so without pause.

Nao insistently pressed his tongue against Shin's puckered entrance, the lust darkening in his eyes.

Want—yes, more—please—oh, Nao!

The bassist smirked in his mind and forced his slick muscle inside, groaning at the way Shin moaned. He was getting impatient then, but Nao refused to hurt the smaller man by not preparing him enough. He moved his tongue in the tight channel until he felt Shin had loosened enough. All the while he had been stretching with his tongue; he had kept stroking the arousal in his grasp, until Shin was stiff. The brunette sucked on the head of his cock just once more to savour the taste of his pre-cum.

Nao pulled back, staring over his lover's body longingly. He squeezed some more lubrication out and into the waiting palm of his hand that had already been slick, and then smoothed it over his own cock. He bucked into his hand once before lightly gripping the base and directing himself to Shin's entrance.

The older man bit back his moans as he pressed inside of his lover. His head fell back at the pressure surrounding him, but didn't stop moving until he was fully buried within the guitarist. Nao moved his hands to Shin's hips, leaning down and kissing his chest as he adjusted.

He waited a few moments before his grip on the slight hips tightened and he pulled out, until only the head of his cock remained inside. Then, he thrust home, grinning as Shin's whole body arched and his lips parted in a sob.

Shin's begging urged him on, craving those harsh, deep thrusts. His lover was only too happy to comply with his wishes. Their moans mingled in the room, Nao's grip on Shin's hips bruisingly tight.

Even though there was a tight curving of metal around his cock, Shin's moans were anything but restrained. Nao's thrusts aimed for his prostate, and he grinned every time he got it right. He moved a hand between them to help his lover reach the edge sooner; taking some pity on him.

Needily, Shin's legs wrapped around his hips, canting his lower body against each thrust from the bassist.

Dark chocolate eyes stared as the younger man reached the edge. Nao remained up, leaning on his elbows placed on either side of the other's head. He watched as Shin finally came, his voice letting out a whimper-shout-moan as his back arched and his head tipped back. Nao groaned loudly at the intense tightening around him, leaning down and littering kisses and love-bites over the pleasure-flushed skin as he continued to thrust.

Nao came deep inside the smaller man, muffling the sound of his orgasm by biting into the other's collar bone. He held Shin's body tightly against him as he shuddered, and then collapsed on top of him, head buried into his neck.

Panting heavily, Nao stretched out over to the night stand for the key to the hand cuffs. With shaking fingers, he unfastened the metal from Shin's wrists and tenderly brought his arms back down to rest more naturally at his sides. Licking his lips, he slid his hands behind ebony strands of hair and untied the fabric covering Shin's eyes.

Their gazes met and he smiled softly, cupping the guitarist's cheek with one hand and bringing him into a sweet kiss to distract him from the embarrassment as he moved a hand down between them and slid off the cock ring. As he pulled back, he felt his lover smiling. Nao's expression softened, lightly returning the up-turn of lips and gently shifting his hips, slipping out of the smaller man.

"You look so good with rose petals over your skin…" Nao breathed, shifting to curl a little beside him.

Shin smiled and turned his head, reaching up to touch the leather, spiked collar circling his throat. "When did you buy the collar?" he asked quietly.

"A while ago." The bassist answered easily enough, shrugging. "… was it good for you?"

A nod from the ebony-haired man. "Sometimes, it's nice to give up control…" he yawned, closing his eyes; breaths calming.

"Are you going to sleep with it on…?"

Nao waited a few moments to see if Shin would reply. When he didn't, the bassist carefully unclasped the leather and pulled it from the other man's neck. He set it out of the way and pulled a thin sheet of the covers over them, sliding an arm over his lover's waist as he slowly joined the other in sleep.

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